(из цикла Напевные стихи)
Die in the skies
My own emotions.
Can I pretend unreal…
Fall in the night,
All strains and troubles
Disappeared.
What have I done,
By one concise letter
To you my sweet strangers…
Never again ask where`s me now
Now only wind knows.
I like fly with Him.
Like i`ve never been alone
I like fly with Him.
But I must fall alone.
I`m like a bird.
That`s my wisdom
And this is my last flight
Just like a bird
Becomes a shadow
On this cold ground
Die in the skies.
I like fly with Him.
Like i`ve never been alone
I like fly with Him.
But I must fall alone.
Die in the skies
Die in the clouds
Die in the flight
Die in the skies
Die in the skies
© Copyright: Дарья Шок, 2016
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