If the day after tomorrow like ten days ago,
I would like to put my sorrow in a place too low.
Chorus: If the day is the same,
There is no point to live.
I would like to put my love in a plastic bag,
To pack my cruel thoughts and roll them back.
But the sun is shining brightly into my eyes,
And what i want to say causes melting the ice.
I know i could be standing against this day,
But what if the life, like this day is the same?
The Same Day
© Copyright: Репа Сергей Викторович, 2013
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