You were fantastic
When i was sixteen
I was young and sarcastic
And you was thirty...
...
Lets try to creat poems,
Again and again
Till something new, in basis,
Old gods face praing
...
On one level higher than dead men,
On two higher, than broken souls.
i kiss your hands every night,
and i understand that afraid u to lose.
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Why Is It So?
You were fantastic
When i was sixteen
I was young and sarcastic
And you was thirty...
I asked you - Why with him, you?
You answered - cause not with you
When i fall in love in forty two
She was young and don't know the beatles and the who
I understand and tried to help her with that
but she tells me - youre like my dad
I asked her, why is it so?
she answered ' becouse not another, understand bro? ! '
To die left five minutes
In my life i had no limits
exept one... the worst one
No love... longer than night and another love...love of my mum...
I asked death why is it so?
Death answered... because Africa is the country of black, understand bro? ! '