The Mockingjay eng

Mockingjay

All cities and counties as usually pass me by,
And the smoke thread is flowing away through the opened window.
And I want to believe that everything will be “Right”,
And I want to be able to find the most powerful wisdom.

And over and over my doubts torment me like rude crowds,
And there’s no chance to find time when I can live and breath.
And all of us - just a couple of pieces of puzzles,
Created by God and lost on the Earth with no peace.

And I have a suspicion - I’ve seen all these things before,
And my heart knows - this circle repeats again.
And I feel smell of basil and mint. Who was everything for?
And remember your fingers around my neck like a chain.

And they’ll tell hundreds of stories about a mockingjay,
And I’ll feel like they all will be told just about us.
And you’ll think how incredibly hard was for you that long way,
And I’ll think that I’ll never be able to dance.