The wall. the wall,
And just one more the wall...
It really sprang up in the Eden.
The wall, the wall,
It's not my patent fault,
So I just wish to get the freedom.
Chorus:
I wish I could get over from my jail,
I wish I could crush walls
And breeze the honey freedom's gale.
For my flying as the bird,
For my trip about the world,
For my knowing of the things,
Which have been hid by hints.
The wall, the wall...
Why are you high at all?
The wall, the wall,
On every side the wall...
I really need to overcome it.
To saddle a horse, take up my sword and go,
To break the bar and get the summit.
Chorus.
The Wall
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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