Simply … Simply … All so is simple …
But not understand you to anybody …
We cry - blood … All so is simple …
Simply everything, that was not with me,
Simply I loved, everything, that was that has broken...
This sweet blood on cheeks,
On eyes with shine black…
To Me it is sick...
To Me it is terrible...
This sweet blood on cheeks,
On eyes with shine black…
Simply … Simply … All so is simple …
But not understand you to anybody …
We cry - blood … All so is simple …
Simply Simply
© Copyright: Уникум, 2006
Свидетельство о публикации №106121102624
Свидетельство о публикации №106121102624
Рецензии
We cry with blood, smell steel when feelin' pain, crushin' illusions and always try to knock till we are heard but do not see sometimes that we have no belief. Just have no faith... What's that? (I'd change some expressions in your poem to make it more correct but anyway I'm lovin' it...)
Kisses
Асия Верникова 12.12.2006 17:57 • Заявить о нарушении
Kisses
Асия Верникова 12.12.2006 17:57 • Заявить о нарушении
Ты же знаешь мой английский страдает...Можно и изменить многое, но пусть будет так как есть...Я тя люблю...
Уникум 12.12.2006 19:58 Заявить о нарушении
Уникум 12.12.2006 19:58 Заявить о нарушении