Wilderness the lost

There Is the Moon,
That's reflexing on February snow,
That is singing up high all alone,
I will come to You soon

There is the Moon,
That is shining on somebody's face,
That is watching humanity race,
Just reversing a noon

There is the night,
That is calling for Brightening Light,
That is waiting for heat of the Sun,
For God whims have been done

There is the Time,
That in Universe doesn't exist,
But on Earth it is hidden in mist,
Deep inside in the mind

There is the sky...

I've met a girl, and she had come from Georgia.
It always shines with sparkle of her eyes:
The stars of black, and white dove as a surgeon.
That wasn't ever going sometimes to die...

Not die - just go. It wouldn't feel the changes:
Being the Angels, they would extend it's image.
The Georgian girls had lived on Earth for ages,
But when you catch them, you just stop eternal time.

The Georgian Girl is Image that's collected:
The beauties west and angel coat is riding on.
However...

I'll get you out of my head
I won't let you drive me mad
Hurt but unbowed

The sun is bright, the sky is blue
The world still turns without you
Don't ever doubt
I'm feeling powerful and bold
I can take over the world
My will is strict, my mind is cold
I'm fircely proud

The day comes closer to twilight
The sun is slipping out of sight
I'm ready for a fight
I check my hoard, i gain my might
I do the same thing every night
I'm weaving spells around my mind
Not letting you...

ROBERT BURNS

Coming Through The Rye

O Jenny is all wet, poor body,
Jenny is seldom dry:
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Coming through the rye, poor body,
Coming through the rye,
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need the world know?
Should a body meet...

Навеяно композицией «Апрель» хард-рок группы «Дип перпл» (Deep Purple) 1969 г.

Жестокий месяц февраль
Солнце закрыто тучами
Серое небо там, где должно быть синее
И ты весь в ожидании
Но пока ты видишь только движения черных теней
Спроси меня, почему должно быть так
Зачем же так страдать
Я закричу в ответ, откуда мне знать?
Я ничего не могу с этим поделать

Одинокая девочка весна
Где же ты, где?
Ты пропала со своим солнцем
Наши улицы полны боли
Нам не хватает света
Неужели зима...

Я памятник себе воздвиг нерукотворный,
К нему не зарастет народная тропа,
Вознесся выше он главою непокорной
___Александрийского столпа.

Нет, весь я не умру — душа в заветной лире
Мой прах переживет и тленья убежит —
И славен буду я, доколь в подлунном мире
___Жив будет хоть один пиит.

Слух обо мне пойдет по всей Руси великой,
И назовет меня всяк сущий в ней язык,
И гордый внук славян, и финн, и ныне дикой
___Тунгус, и друг степей калмык.

И долго буду тем любезен я народу,
Что...

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...

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the sea
And he told us of his lives
In the land of submarines
So we sail up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we live beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in our yellow...

Steel shattered in the night
Soldiers racing to the fight
Bombs waiting to explode
Fear is cast up on your soul
Wooh!

It's just around the corner
For those who dare to see
With eyes of fire
The burn right through me

Blood painted on the streets
Metal cutting into meat
You can see it in my eyes
Pain that never will subside

And you can feel the power
On evil it will feed
The force that surrounds me
It brings me to my knees

We better run for cover
There's no time to waste...

How much does an opinion weigh
Does it really matter what I say
I can't be responsible
Be yourself or be a tool

Who cares what you expect
What is politically correct?
All my ideas are in bad taste
Get off my case and...

Judge yourself
No one else

I don't intend to offend
I just offend with my intent
Beauty's in the beholder's eye
I just like the ugly side

Who cares what you expect
What is politically correct?
All my ideas are in bad taste
Get off my case and...

Judge...