Maybe today weekday
Or even a day off.
Messed up days
Becoming one number.
One instant come,
Whirled and left,
Leaving the head
Its magic.
Chorus:
People look at me,
Seeing happiness in my eyes.
Now for them I'm the enemy.
Like the Picasso painting
"House on the hill" ,my,
The thought overwhelms the nervous conversation.
Let all zadaetsya in the darkness.
I have a bright light, and
Call me tragic fool.
Chorus:
People look at me,
Seeing happiness in my eyes.
Now for them I'm the enemy.
The enemy
© Copyright: Александрина Маковская, 2016
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