Fly, falcon, fly to the isle,
Where my love’s lost in her dreams
Near the cool mountain streams.
Send me her wonderful smile
Over the dawn sunny beams.
Fly, falcon, fly to the rock
Where my love stands in the winds,
Waiting for sails from the seas.
The mast on my ship has been broken,
The storm is forever, it seems.
Fly, falcon, fly many miles.
Try north and south, east and west,
Build near the ocean your nest,
Where the gulls in the air cry.
Cut, falcon, skies with your chest.
Moscow
June 6, 2012
Fly, falcon, fly
© Copyright: Сергей Соколов, 2012
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The way is ower, like the game for all formats?
Falcon have try, becase the night is short...
We have to trust, that he was right like airopirat
His food is blood and meat... and always he is right!
Murat Devlet
Желаю Удачи и Успехов
МД
Марат Девлет 07.06.2012 22:42 • Заявить о нарушении
Falcon have try, becase the night is short...
We have to trust, that he was right like airopirat
His food is blood and meat... and always he is right!
Murat Devlet
Желаю Удачи и Успехов
МД
Марат Девлет 07.06.2012 22:42 • Заявить о нарушении
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