In city forests, in the silence
Of darkest place he'd ever seen,
Inside the smoke and dirty gases,
Unhappy child sold his dream...
Skyscrapers are falling down,
And we stand still
Among the crumbling glass and iron...
Skyscrapers are falling down,
Like children's dreams,
And city's tired...
And while the child was growing older,
And getting price of every tear,
Somebody took the child's treasure
And on his own turned into real...
The old man sits among the ruins
With bitter wisdom in his eyes.
He'd like to never see the children,
Who weren't brave enough to try...
Skyscrapers
© Copyright: Сергей Гвардеенко, 2013
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