some time i run out
of the lights
did not catch
walls of rain
me merely got
things of strange
before it come to
be a mine - of the
a Fate
cause i to You
do breath of life
as summer wind around
which's shy
who curse
as green as mountians
my life
what it would'e better
to get it worse
or - live it twice - forever
When i come to the
people theirs hearts are - outstand
... Sometimes - you want me
- it's normally too late
For you itself - you're maybe Princess
- For me - you 're ugly-animal Ъ
at all
a Light - is only my Provision :
to be a God - as wonderful as grey-eyed beared und bonny-tall Ъ
Lyricks о Марте
© Copyright: Вальдемар Керенский, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №115030700999
Свидетельство о публикации №115030700999
Рецензии