Life goes round and round again
Like a children’s carousel.
Tell me people, beasts and birds,
Where’s my virtue? Is it lost?
Going thru a winter wood
Like a devil, like a wolf
With a bleeding soul in arm.
Tell me people, where’s my calm?
Life goes faster every day
Like a rumor, like a flame.
Tell me people, beasts and birds.
Where’s your mind? Or is it lost?
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© Copyright: Саша Морини, 2007
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