My guardian angel is so far,
He can't prevent me from the sin.
My only home became a bar,
And now I'm let the demons in.
They occupied my soul and head.
They filled my glass with beer and wine.
They put a pot in cigaret.
They wanted me to cross the line.
And I was laughing, I was tipsy.
The words were flying from the mouth,
I've got new friends, they were a Gipsies.
They knew palmistry, they made a chaos.
And when I reach the darkly bottom
I felt some kind of satisfaction.
The self-destruction is life's autumn
When everything is out of action.
Sins
© Copyright: Роман Привалов, 2011
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