WHEN MY DAYS ARE TIRED...
Some kind of weariness is falling like a cloak
my body's wrapping ,like a strong red wine
the world's around me and a gentle stroke
is taking over me - аn old film with an actor-mime
Black-and-white frames are moving in silence
into a whirlpool in tremendous pace
and I am falling , there's no shelter for my eyes
can not see ,am I swimming ?...disgrace ...
Where is your hand that I am still seeking
and can you imagine... how I need it to be
I need a warm piece to chase away creepiness
approaching sadness on my face I see
The weariness's falling down like a rain
it's raining down on me and soaks in my senses
but you're far away , can't fly back again
my strengths are all gone,and wet are my wings
...................there's no chances.....
p.s. take off your weariness
like old wet dress
put on a smile
all the stars you can caress
;-))
Пет Дек 21, 2007 12:10 am
