Asid

Все покрыто пеленою мрака,
Впереди не виден и просвет,
Оказался ты на дне оврага
Там тебе уже спасенья нет.

И ни стоны, ни молитвы богу
Не помогут, как не бей челом,
Ты выбрал сам себе эту дорогу,
Сделал в своей жизни перелом.

А теперь больничная палата, кома.
Мать твоя вся красная от слез.
Сердце стихло – ты лишился дома,
А в заключении диагноз – передоз.

Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high –
I see you also face to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home,, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shell cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, that you might suppose.

2

The impalpable sustenance of me from...

Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
- to me -,

Mama, just killed a men,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,
Didn't...

Verse 1:
I sit upon the empty sand
And gaze up to the everlasting waves
Wrinkles of the former smiles on my face
Melting sense of your burned skin on my palms

Bridge:
And if somebody ask me
Why have sadness settled in me?
Why do my eyes light off?
Why do I stand aside another love?

Chorus:
And I'll say,
I'm waiting for a blue sky
I'm waiting for a answer to question why
I'm waiting for a bright day
I'm going to wait in spite of winds and rain
And no matter what they say
I'm...

Mohito-Latte with a Baileys inside,
Twilight around the sky,
Baden-Baden does easily dancing aside,
As fire on candles, as shy.

So merry, so easy, so fastly and funny
Is shining the careless snow,
My soul is free, it's abundant and clear -
The old world going too low

It's heard, as the trees are whispering on the bridges,
Making a bless in a river,
It's heard, as a rain will go by and somewhere,
With climate of roses, believe it

It's heard, as a wind is still singing it's songs...