The end
I guess you shouldn`t leave.
And if you want to know -
There`s no a single card up on my sleeve.
I`m done and I accept.
I wait and I agree.
And for accepting that
The last thing is to kneel.
And I go doing that
And I do everything
To stop this bloody crap,
To find some time to think.
To see what I can lose
And what I want to find then.
But there are two different things:
"I want", "I can".
I want to fly away,
I want to see the sun,
How it is red and hot!
But here, I`m afraid, I just can not.
So what? I just can nod.
Who nods can lie to them.
He can`t just say "hit the road!"
So he agrees that then.
So when he had a chance
He lost it in his head.
And he decided that
It would be better to be mad:
To be mad on this world,
To be mad on his head...
But there`s one thing that is the worst -
The end.
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Предоставляет суть сей poem.
Мой voice внутри кричит под rain-ом,
Заснувши - помню стих The End.
Летят тут lines подобно смерчу
И грусть застынет перед боем,
Иссаак - вы прелесть. Под паркетом
You have ideas, hidden friend.
Забыты горестные беды,
Закрыты летние веранды.
Гринчин - вы молодо одеты,
Но гордо веете прохладой.
Габриэль Дореми 26.02.2017 20:52 Заявить о нарушении