I want to be with sun

You can take my hands
In yours, my dear,
I'll go to the promised lands
Without any fear.

If you look into my eyes
And carefully, my friend,
You’ll notice the rainy skies
Above the empty land.

I want to find myself
In art and next to you.
Don't stand on dirty shelf
Where everything is blue.

I want to be with you
Because you are my sun,
Even under the moon
When I stand only one.

If I put my palm on yours
So familiar and warm to me,
My soul will soar like birds
Which no one will see.

I’m like a mad March Hare,
I’m always pouring tea
With hay that’s in my hair
And eyes as deep as the sea.

You can to be the current,
Self-confident and strong,
And feel, live in the moment,
And see where it is wrong.

You walk with pretty smile
And it is in your eyes,
And you can even fly
When you jump more than twice.

When you're ready to break the worlds
You just call me by my name
I'll take your chilly hands
And say: «It’s not the game».

Stop! Get it soon —
You can to be like sun
Even under the moon —
And that’s your better gun.


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Александр, я поняла, что Вы хотели сказать, но если у Вас есть знакомые, знающие хорошо язык, можно иногда консультироваться с ними.
Многие здесь пишут только заглавие на иностранном языке, а стих - на русском. Не знаю, для чего это, но такая практика "имеет место быть". Во всяком случае, так проще.
С добрыми пожеланиями,
Алла
~(*)~

Алла Паролло   03.11.2015 02:34     Заявить о нарушении