The song of Silence
In the cage known by heart and for grieves,
All my lions I promised to gird
Run away as notorious thieves.
I espy from the dungeon of soul
How the time nibbles moonlight as cheese.
While my wishes untamed and befoul
Catch the perfidy, landing – for knees.
Chorus:
Made of sun, made of sky
That’s my moiety left to pry.
I have never been told
How the dice should be rolled
In the way no one wants to try.
Marigolds, marigolds
From the country of blue and gold
You are making me bloom
When it’s hopelessly gloom
For the loss is five minutes old.
When marooned, stripped of friends for a sond,
Feel the melting of pride, take a look
How the sand through your fingers absconds,
And the beckons of airstreams get cooked.
What is meant to be broken – will break,
What it has to be spoken – could hum.
When a smile tapers off in the ache
Something pensive as Silence shall come.
Chorus:
Made of sun, made of sky
That’s my moiety left to pry.
I have never been told
How the dice should be rolled
In the way no one wants to try.
Marigolds, marigolds
From the country of blue and gold
You are making me bloom
When it’s hopelessly gloom
For the loss is five minutes old.
August 26, 2009
Copyright ©2009 Iouri Lazirko
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Складно, звичайно, зрозуміти, чого ти там безсмертного "наваяв", але загалом музика вималювалася. Щоправда, писати нові пісні поки що не збираюся, дати б раду старим.
Леся Романчук 26.08.2009 22:06 Заявить о нарушении
Тішуся, що вимальовується.
Людину з піску робив я.
Чекатиму, може колись і зазвучить.
Дякую,
З теплом,
Л.Ю.
Юрий Лазирко 28.08.2009 00:56 Заявить о нарушении
Леся Романчук 28.08.2009 01:14 Заявить о нарушении