Paradise is nothing
Against your fond embrace.
I should have been there,
In the safer place.
When I came to fire,
I felt non of pain,
But had a great desire
To see you once again.
Eleventh of september
And the sky of dust.
Forever to remember
Who became the past.
Fortune's out there,
Blood is in the bath,
And I cannot bear
Following your path.
© 2005
Wrong paradise
© Copyright: Ровинь Истрийский, 2005
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