Put on your wings and let`s fly away
into the coloured unknown.
Believe me, when we start this game, then
the death will surely leave us alone.
Within our souls there`re flowers,
so what the hell to be sad.
The stars start dancing in the eyes,
they`re gonna drive us mad.
Take from the shelf and darn ‘em, please,
your oh so fairy wings,
And fly with me like never did
no one of the fabulous kings.
Look out of the window –
there rants and raves the spring.
The life’s divine, so why be shy?
Let’s shout and have high jinks!
2001
WE WORK LIKE HELL
© Copyright: Шура Мюллер, 2004
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Not bad. But your word "Beleave" is not correct. The right variant is "Believe".
Дальневосточник 05.04.2004 16:48 • Заявить о нарушении
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