A mission of his
Lyin’ in blood he’s no more alive He died from the feeling called virus of love The taste of life seemed bitter to him And the colour of time was nothin’ but weed
Watchin’ the insects crawlin’ in space He wished to be one of them and wanted to chase The butterflies movin’ in sky But fell down to earth and so did I
Horror, fear of death on the planet Need no money like mud costs nothin’ Coverin’ hearts like oil on water Dyin’ of poisonous air of Art
Filled his pain with suffers of world He brought the end of these endless wars The saint told him to stand it as long As the life did exist but he failed and gone 12.08.01 Шуршик Copyright. 2003 год. |
