The music is freedom

The music is freedom and life is a song
But nobody knows whether song will be long.
Your house is a prison in spite it is gold,
My heart is not icy but I am so cold.

       When I see you in the morning
        I believe we are in love.
        Don’t ask where I am going
       And don’t touch my hand in glove.
      
       Let me feel your charming joy,
       Let me feel how I am free.
       Turn into your golden toy
       I completely don’t agree.

I need to drink winter, to smile with the sun.
The challenging dreams can’t pull back anyone.
My favorite song is imbuing the life
And homing becomes to be a long playing kief.

       You will meet me in the evening
       Like a new found talking doll.
       Now forget pathetic leaving,
       Don’t impress on mind at all.
      
       Let me feel your charming joy,
       Let me think that I am free.
       Turn into your golden toy
       I completely disagree.

Let me feel you, let me sing for you …

03.12.2009