in my head
in my head I see darkish hell
in my head birds are talking to me
in my head spiders are friends.
I'm not strange
only - book-worm
that has books
with balmy bright sheets
they are telling me
the future and past
will it happen?
destiny knows.
books are whispering
show me views
and sometimes I make a small step
look inside
the wars there are rude
oh , my God - the King's giving kiss...
better live
in that world , not ours
it is simpler
I may be myself.
I am just peasant
but it is enough
than to think
how to behave.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzZ_MqIRxrU
( как я вижу это стихотворение:)
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