When I try to trust the moon
It hides behind the clouds
I'm waiting I know I'll meet you soon
It will rain after the droughts
I'm looking forward and going straight
I'm open to every wind
Thus I'm lost in the web of interstates
I'll never complain of what I did
And I know I'll never be gone
Till I find the keys to the life
When I see your eyes, my job will be done
I know it as sharp as a knife
When I see your flag under colours of night
I'll jump and spread my wings
You - my star, you never off my sight
No matter what life will bring
I tried so hard to turn things back
But I've lost the thread of time
Then I put my life into my rugsack
And the world became only mine
And I know I'll never be gone
Till I find the keys to the life
When I see your eyes, my job will be done
I know it as sharp as a knife
Life in a rugsack
© Copyright: Александр Попов 28, 2009
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