My Desire
You like to call me Moon
Because my heart is wild,
Because my soul is cool,
And you it never mind.
But if you are my desire,
Be sure we’ll bring the fire.
You give the books for them
Who never reads. The same
You try to be a team
With them who never dream.
But if you are my desire
Be sure we’ll bring the fire.
And how long must I go
To see the fire bush,
To see the copper snake?
And I belong to you
But you admire a fake.
Let me go!
O, baby play the role…
I know the all rivers
Back to the see, Dear.
When will we find to the
Road with the light, Babe?
But if you are my desire
Be sure we’ll bring the fire!
29.03.2011
My Desire
© Copyright: Арташ Андриасов, 2011
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