481. Discolored days Amatory Черно-белые дни
Such discolored days,
Such discolored dreams!
Cries by summer warm rain
My atrocious, black sky.
Places I've never been
They can hold off my time.
The world is closer to you,
But it's fading and pale.
With discolored paint,
It overflows everything.
Now you turn every day
Into the usual past.
The smell of summer warm rain
Turns me back into dust,
Into flashbacks of childhood
To change something, you must
Such discolored days,
Such discolored dreams!
But it was your last one
Your last rain, your last cry
It is sharing your run
Sliding down your cheeks
Can you now understand
I am lost now, inside?
Murder's leaving your hand
Look at this
Forget! Erase!
Your discolored dreams
Life that's frozen on my face
It means nothing to me
Such discolored days,
Such discolored dreams!
Cries by summer warm rain
My atrocious, black sky.
Places I've never been
They can hold off my time.
The world is closer to you,
But it's fading and pale.
With discolored paint,
It overflows everything.
Now you turn every day
Into the usual past.
The smell of summer warm rain
Turns me back into dust,
Cry is going to save
Everything you can't change
If you can, understand
But it was your last one
Your last rain, your last cry
It is sharing your run
Sliding down your cheeks
Forget! Erase!
Your discolored dreams
Life that's frozen on my face
It means nothing to me
Forget! Erase!
Your discolored dreams
Your discolored dreams
Life that's frozen on my face
It means nothing to me
It is sharing your run
Sliding down your cheeks
Life that's frozen on my face
It means nothing to me
январь 2024
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