Good-bye my friend...
My time is ticking quick.
My life is make me sick.
I know that it is really bad.
This day is summer’s part.
This moon is heaven’s guard.
It’s make me very, very sad.
I feel the rhythm of stars,
I feel the pain in scars,
I saw this pictures yesterday.
The light of my cigar,
like little magic star,
just burning, in it’s own way.
Today I lost control,
I heard the scream of soul,
I felt the music of the space.
The anger in my mind,
like voice of death inside,
in very lonely, lonely place.
Good-bye my dear friend,
my time is like a sand.
Don’t cry about summer night.
Beware of evil’s side,
and swallow all your pride -
be sure, that your choice will be right...
P.S. Просто однажды на досуге решил поэкспериментировать с английской рифмой))))
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