Once looking alone the street line
I saw him passing me by
With tiny shut healing breather
And I heard his song – it was mine
So strange when you’re feeling object
But much better then when confused
So while barring the troops of fortune
I won’t ever be abused.
I heard someone made a slogan
Of love crucified by the past
That someone lived neither in program
Nor in some innocent plot
Inside it’s so deadly boring
Around just hopes of fake
I wanted to tell that stranger
To care for his own fate
No laughter about the future
No tears about the past…
No fallen dropped feeling porter
Will touch his forbidden heart
In friendship or sex or so
He won’t feel like in secure
But now when time’s passed I know
He’s the prophet of life long war…
1 янв 02
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© Copyright: Елена Соленикова, 2004
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