Rain
City of a lost spirit
I wander around the homeland of my inner world,
it's time to meet,
It's my calling - hear my step
It' my rock, may be...
I throw a stone at the wall -
I am...
to be or not to be...
I know...
The snow falls on my nose
It is a moment of eternal life
further ... higher ... stronger
but why?
I must to die
You must to die
I can say it just now
Only in a foreign language
Language of Shakespeare
it is raining here
and it's snowing
I live in the country of brown bears
Call me...
or give me a call...
we are people...
And we must to die..
But it is not important...
will be the other side of the earth
New world
which is written in our heart...
I love you....
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