Carve my soul in the midst of the Universe.
Scream out loud your very last verse.
Erase all the stars with the swing of your hand
Tonight you'll get laid with the whole wedding band.
This terrible mess does not make any sense
As well as wasting your precious adolescence
Twisted lines are full of crooked letters
Do you still think that now it really matters?
And flows the stream of blinding constellations
Back in the day your life was full of various sensations,
Secrets to be revealed and mysterious surprises.
But as morning comes, fat old Sun just yawns and rises.
No Lust for life and no passion for living
Burnt under the rays of gold, your past is now leaving.
Forever.
And ever.
Away.
Far away.
Floating Down
© Copyright: Альберт Зальцман, 2013
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