My mind's full of pain,
There’s red-color rain,
My mind's full of love,
It’s breaking my path.
Through sorrow, through fire,
Through burning desire.
I’m sailing my boat,
I’m angry a lot.
In safe molten steel,
Pathetic my feel,
I see everyone,
I stretch to my sun.
Wherever I’ll be,
Myself will be me,
And nothing behind,
Will breaking my mind.
Pathetic minds
© Copyright: Кир Пучинский, 2012
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