They loved each other, how they could,
But they are taken as the food
for Dragon.
The Holy Love – it went away,
So, let the prayer cry his pain
to Heaven.
And you could go hang, my friend,
Because such an unreal end –
FOREVER!
And sky is dark with ancient words,
And spring will come without birds –
So, strange days.
And you can't find your own eyes,
And you can't be in love or wise,
So, let your mind be fucking hill –
To fall in love is bed idea,
And only wine can light your way.
The Holy Love? It went away!
So, let the prayer cry his pain
to Heaven.
Holy Love
© Copyright: Дикий Скалолаз, 2003
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