In the middle of the life, in the middle of the year
It seems like a knife on the crowded square,
It seems like a bullet in chest which is open
(You’re try to not falling without sense and purpose).
But when you’re twenty and life’s looking empty
You’re try to understand the sense of our century,
The soul of our century, the heart of our century…
You cannot. You cannot! Because it is empty.
You look in the sky and you wonder to fly,
But what you are seeing in world just inside?
You’re seeing the ghoulish, the disgusting lie…
And then you are cannot to wonder to fly.
But throw it away! Quickly, throw it away!
Believe in the sun at the ours glorious day!
Believe in the rainbow in dark moonless night,
And you’ll see the blessing to yours happy life!
2016
Believe
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