You can fly away, I can jump in hell,
We all like superheroes without latex wear.
What we forget here, in the empty cell,
Which has long been considered someone else's nightmare.
If I can to freeze, if you can ignite,
If all others can neutralize the foes,
Are all we're doing right, not at hurried affright
If this is true, then stop moan and biting elbows.
Because we always smile, because we always funny,
Because we always stronger, because we want a party.
Because we born on Sunday,
We see us tomorrow.
It's chemical long way,
I can't feel something sorrow.
If this fun will gone, you must reading in eyes my solon
Taking us foregone.
We born on Sunday
© Copyright: Саша Отраднова, 2011
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