Your!
Mystic eyes!
Are cold!
Cold, as ice!
Your mystic eyes
As cold, as ice.
So far I feel
It on my peel.
So far I go
From making right decision.
And so, and so...
Wild instinct premonition.
Cold!
Wild!
So how i can
Avoid this evil sad fate?
I understand,
I face the closed gate.
Oh – oh – wow...
… fate.
I face the closed gate.
Your magic shapes -
Sweet fairy tales,
So long, so far,
Like a way to star.
Cold!
Far!
Star!
I've read a letters on the board, that say:
Your flight to love is delayed.
Delayed!
No way!
So long, I feel
Beware and pay attention.
No way, for real.
No final destination.
I've read a letters on the board, that say:
Your flight to love is delayed.
I won't unpack my suitcase once again,
I have got ready for a long star way.
Long!
Star!
Way!
Long Star Way
© Copyright: Михаил Метляев, 2017
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