The bloody child bloody cries,
You can't bielive that he got knife.
The whole world's words are fucking lies!
The psychedelic rolling stone,
One hundred years you were alone
In northern country far from grace,
With your own shit upon your face
When you have died, who has denied it?
Who wants the piece of july sky?
Who saw a dream, but don't know why?
Who wants the piece of july sky?
© Copyright: Володимер Зорин, 2009
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