My birds don’t sing on the branch in the park
This world became to me an endless dark.
Everything is grief, everything is mist
I can't measure days by the points of my wrist.
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I can’t explain to you this crazy love
For a freedom of the eternal flight
That gives me a will and alluring light.
My birds don’t sing on the branch in the park
This world became to me an endless dark
I dream of a town that is frozen up.
I can’t breathe in it. Can you wake me up?
But all of us know: “ Every dog has his day “
I’m stronger now. I will find my way.
Even if the pain will knock on my door
But the bitter tears can’t be anymore.
September 24, 2007
My birds don t sing on the branch in the park
© Copyright: Эльмара Мустафа, 2010
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