There’s a plain word
That we can speak to each other,
But we’re not hying.
There’s a main sword
That now can kick me to my
Final dying.
You believe I am not your one,
You achieve your rate.
I am trying to change the done,
To unlock the gate…
Open the door, open the door,
Open the door, I’m waiting !
This is so close, this is so close,
This is so close, my fading !
There’s a dim tick
That we can use,
We should give ourselves one more meeting.
There’s a whim stick
That now can bruise everyone
For the lovin’ beating.
I conceive on that you can smile,
Though inside you’re scorning.
Ain’t no praising out the lie,
But you throw It burning…
Open the door
© Copyright: Вадик Колесников, 2012
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