he was an ordinary guy
from one of cities lost in world
but hated adult social lie
but was not sheep from someone's fold
he never entered discotheque
contempted flat light-headed beer
preferred the roofs after sunset
and Moon was his the only dear
he had a foolish, strange and causeless trust in miracle
and he believed that life is just a joyful game
the legends of the past were his inspiring vehicle
he's out of the way, he's out of the way...
he's just an ordinary guy
but average men keep out of him
they're scared of his straight-out mind
it's blaze with elemental dream
but once he found his weird door
one August night in moonlight mist
and no one saw him anymore
but several heard his glad song-wisp
I have a foolish, strange and causeless trust in miracle
and I believe that life is just a joyful game
the legends of the past are my inspiring vehicle
I'm out of the way, оut of the way...
З.Ы. эта песенка была написана на заказ для одной забавной
молодежной рок-группы, но пока писала, сама в нее влюбилась, так шо вот...
Жалко только, не смогу вам ее напеть.
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