Flying
I kiss your lips — and fly in sky.
One question in my mind —
Why?
Your tears, like blood,
Your tears, like ice,
Fear livin’ in your hart,
Fear livin’ in your eyes.
But now I’m flyn’ in the sky —
I’m tired to stand,
I’m tired to fight,
And all I wont it jester dream,
But in my mind is only scream.
You’ll wont my heart is break,
Your words like rain,
Your soul like snake,
But in my mind and in my dream
Is only scream,
One lonely scream
And sound of string.
апрель, 1999 год.
© Copyright: Игорь Морбид, 2009
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