Of course, Death is the price
Which pays for life.
Ispey his bowl to the bottom
The handrails do not you hold on.
You stared at the ceiling,
No you will not save,
With overclocking break away in the stream,
What's in the sky you will take,
You yourself away from Earth Tear,
Leave the bustle of the whirlwind.
At the price that we pay for Life
Of course, is Death!
15.10.10g. Avalanche.
At the price that we pay for Life is Death
© Copyright: Игаль Иерусалимский, 2010
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