Crash-machine
30.09.09
But tell me why, why
I walk along your door, I walk around your home?..
Just tell me why, why
I think about your thoughts, I try to guess your soul?..
But tell me why
I met my loneliness before I started fly
I wait for every single night for my survive
And miss your every Ok’ and every Wow!
Do you know what we can decide?
I like the submarine
Which’s falling down, which will be die
I’m broken crash-machine
Your name – my sick, my moonshine’s damn,
I hear rock-and-roll I lull to sleep my tongue-guitar
A little bit of doles a lot of honey with a tar.
But tell me why, why
I walk along your door, I walk around your home?..
Just tell me why, why
I think about your thoughts, I try to guess your soul?..
…
(Remember)
I still try to feel
Your glance, your will.
Crash-machine
© Copyright: Арташ Андриасов, 2009
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