Falling into the trap of dream, I watch the emptiness of time
I play the role on broken scene, and make a spirit from the crime
And I’m left, and I’m cut, and I’m above my dirty skies
I follow wind and all I’ve got. And find the God. And hear his cries.
My heart was knocking at his door, the door that I somehow had flown
Then I heard someone singing song. And realized it was my own.
Falling into the trap of dream
© Copyright: Евгения Астреинова, 2015
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