I am like catcher in the rye,
Wandering under the sky.
Sometimes sadness, sometimes pain.
Sometimes joy, again and again.
Holden, Holden, bagging,
Help me!
Don't let me get in chain,
Don't let me lose my brain.
In the streets of this big world,
I am alone, alone, alone.
Every day, thousands people,
Love them, hatd them,
And then, they disappear.
Holden, Holden, where are you?
Help me, help me, what to do?
Catcher in the rye
© Copyright: Юля Дзекиш, 2014
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