Living after digging the lot of the graves for me?
Singing after opening the all of these doors in?
Listen, drink the wine and sleep a while here.
And you can smoke but don't leave me alone this evening.
The feeling of fear is so great close to me just now I hear,
"Let me in, let me in, oh, let me in" - the Lord don't forgive me.
Over and over I fill the glass with wine to kill this voice in me.
But after dawn he gets up in the same time and I must to listen him.
One by one the time is the master of lie for me.
Night is mine but morning not so fine for living.
Winter is over, but will be the spring in this year?
Winter is over, but the Time didn't tell me the truth still yet.
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Рубрика: Лірика кохання
дата надходження 11.04.2022
автор: Казачанський