The show must be end
Tonight I’m die ,
My soul fly to sky,
The death is the key,
No one can’t hold me,
Can’t even the stars,
I go back to Mars,
And don’t ask me why,
Even death will cry,
In this world ,I’m only spy,
So tonight I’m die,
Can’t stop me even your eyes,
For this world I’m too vice,
Only the poetry after me,
And the reason is she,
No matter what you say,
I’ll not stay,
(I want with death play)
The show must be end,
Or I become brand,
So in this happy day,
I choose my own way.
23.05.2011
© Copyright: Эльчин Азербайджанский, 2011
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