01 марта 2016

My soul - dress iron

How many times I gave myself a vow,
Do not carry a heavy burden,
In the left confident cocks,
The right thigh stabbed himself.

And ringing from the fingertips,
Electricity of each vertebra,
I have many allowed to stay,
And all you need could not be saved.

You look at me point-blank,
Looking for answers in view of detachment,
And I'm a bumbling thief
Hit the jackpot, he is not happy.

You drink wine, I was overcome by shyness,
I look out the window behind you,
Somewhere in there lives my erstwhile lightness,
She lives apart from us to you.

And I find her barely audible cry,
Being slightly deaf in one ear,
I understand her without any words,
It speaks to the soul does not need a hearing.

I am leaving you in the heart,
And I wish you eternal happiness,
Freedom-loving - freedom,
My soul - dress iron.

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