Show me, my dear, a reason
To love and be proud of the world,
Because I have lost in the prison
Of emptiness, darkness, and cold.
Give me a weapon for struggle
Against angry tricks of my fate.
It will be the glorious battle,
And victory will be so great.
Call me in whisper for waking
From lazy and marvelous dream.
Within it I touch and feel breaking...
It's your shining beautiful beam.
Give me a chance to remember
The time and people that gone,
And let it be not your surrender
But returning back to my home.
I'm living in future and bygone,
And the present does not exist.
But this life is really my own,
Even if I go through endless mist.
So, my dear, just show me a reason
To survive, and believe that one day
I shall break out of my gloomy prison,
Kiss your lips, and leave you noway.
Show me a reason
© Copyright: Гаврилов Макс, 2011
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