Blood like fire returns in full
Passion flowing in every corner
Tell me, darling, can we be cool
Not with you moving back and forward
Acting up, as if nothing’s wrong
Are we through our primal instincts
No, my friend, I am here for long
Joyous nights and more joyous evenings
Arrows fly, as if we’re at war
Scabbing scars and you open bellies
We are lovers not anymore
We are running through the burning prairies
Wolves and horses, they are too slow
Catch their eyes – they are full of horror
We move faster than them, you fool
We are death, but alive, like fairies
Inches from the unrivaled heights
Come to me, can you bring me higher
Drop, and fall, as if fevered skies
In auroras show our desires
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2017
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