wooden guitar
absorbed tree
exhausted body
sweaty fingers
pealing skin
stings of eyes
caught on tears
of hanged men
over lost years
time the rhyme limousine
drive me to the founder
the heart of his obsession
disease over my interpretation
you spread like wild fire
inflaming lily's with wishes of roses
and confusing all nature
producing one of these mornings
red petals growing
white sails floating
down rampant streams
of birds dreams
trying to take to the sky....
tam za tumanimi
vechnimi pyanimi
tam za tumanami
Bereg nash radnoi
Janis vs. Lube
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