I'm not you, you're not me, you're not me.
It's the main thing that ever may be.
And your ice would be hot as for me,
And your smile would like cries never see.
I'm not you, you're not me, you're not me.
Rabits look like the snakes, that's may be.
And my eyes try to see through the mist,
And I shout:"I ain't you!" - to the beast.
I'm not yours, adulation and lie,
Meanness, spite, I'm not yours till I die.
There'd be strong and long bridge over sea
Where I find you and where you find me...
I m Not You, You re Not Me...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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