Нет Пути от Солнца. Англ
(Вторая версия.
Редактировала Лара Мамалыга.)
Back in the city with no money, no respect.
I spend like fifty cats lives to deactivate
My fillings to death. But I remained to breathe.
Passed that hell in myself and I still on the earth.
I have no gun to express, but my pockets
In the brain are full of explosive bullets,
My personal fillings that I can fail to shoot.
I can, but I shouldn’t kill or I should?
Thousand’s words mixed my brain
But I have the light inside
That shows me the right way…
Get down on the knees, you don’t know me…
There’s no mater of praying for yore liberty.
Answer my question only once a time.
How much does yore life cost in this fucking town?i
My body is dead. But my soul is here.
Why doesn’t it fly away? I don’t care.
I don’t afraid of… I feel no fear
And any of the feelings I will share
On the little peaces just one by one.
The smallest will be Heartfull and the biggest Fun.
But it never will be the smile.
But for sometime
The sunlight in my heart
Will shine.
Dark city streets embrace me more,
Than memories about what they were before.
I’m going home from somewhere where I spent
Last three years out of this last stand
Of human dig. With millennium sick.
With light that eternally falls asleep
Which is in the afternoon is the same at night.
My fight is inside. The aim to destruct
Difference between us to be same as they.
But I stuck with all this enemies on the way
To my American dream of Quiet life.
And for now I cannot give up this fight.
For the last time to remain the same as I am.
I can hear that the sun is calling my name.
My body is dead. But my soul is here.
Why doesn’t it fly away? I don’t care.
I don’t afraid of… I feel no fear
And any of the feelings I will share
On the little peaces just one by one.
The smallest will be Heartfull and the biggest Fun.
But it never will be the smile.
But for sometime
The sunlight in my heart
Will shine.
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