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Running Somewhere — Последняя редакция: 18 лет назад
It’s like a crazy race in the Skies With a lot of checks… The congenial warmth…it lacks… It’s a great speed. You cannot rise… It has no bourn, No human brevity And does not seem to have safety. Some days ago it was born. Having cognizance of result You have no opportunity to consult. You have to choose your composure Being cocksure.
Dying — Последняя редакция: 18 лет назад
Dying in your arms… I’m dying now If my death at least comes I won’t see the last snow. I’m dying And my worn soul Is crying Because of your call. Just the light In this hole.. I’m leaving tonight ’Cause it’s my dole. I see you got married in spite of this bow. I watch your move… But it’s over now - Just the rain is rattling on the roof… Dying
Our Life — Последняя редакция: 18 лет назад
Our great life Leaves to be better. Everyone feels But now it’s not the matter. Our culture is at the bad stage And it is not an image. We live like in a cage And we can’t express our rage. The fear of tomorrow Makes us be in sorrow. We gave to serve rich people And it’s not so simple. Money… That’s the power of the land. We have to rend Our hair From the despair. Who will take Care of us? Who will stop our headache And help us to pass This dreadful break? :smiley3: So we must be brave, Must pave The right way And they will pay.