How I want to be under the rain...
To wash away my crucified love’s all traces …
To be on place, where just no more pain…
And where’s only a quiet spaces…
How I want to be beyond the horizon..
Like a bird in sky, but in my throat is a quiet groan,
My heart is crushed and my wings are broken both
How I want to be in quiet, cozy places…
How I want to be under the rain..
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