Going out for a walk at night,
Through the bars,
to calm down my inner fight.
What I want is to get it right,
And find what it is called the light.
But all I can see
Is blind stars
That are shining up from old skies.
And this die-bleeding red Mars,
Keep telling us all the same lies.
Going out for a walk at night,
Through the Milky Way of bars' lights.
To get rid of what is killing inside,
No aliens among us, no foo flights.
And all I can see
Is blind stars
That are shining up from old skies.
And this die-bleeding red Mars,
Keep telling us all the same lies.
Blind stars
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2018
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