04.03.2018
Loneliness
Loneliness, loneliness is my friendloneliness is my best song
she always goes with me
silently and without interruption
She dances to the beat of my rhythm
she analyzes my composition
and if I sing the same a thousand times
she doesn't mind the repetition
So much freedom she gives me
nothing like my loneliness
Loneliness gives me the arm in the street
and spares me from the crowd
she whispers the many things she knows
about my phobias and my completeness
And she leaves, when there's people
who takes over my attention
she isn't jealous and never offends
if I call her she comes and that's it
So much freedom, you might say
what an ideal woman...
I must walk
among everyone, alone
to come and look for me
and walk through the dead desert
where our friendhip grows
oh loneliness...
my freedom...
Loneliness doesn't wash my clothes
she has fun with watching me cooking
she laughs if I grab the broom
and how I didn't learn to iron
She doesn't mind if I date another
my couple, my family and such
my friends, she doesn't mind
she lives of what she gives to me
she knows what am I, what I am not
she knows what I want here today...
How to scape from her clear image
her cathedral silence
oh loneliness, people can absorb you
but you're always behind
oh loneliness...
my freedom...
oh loneliness...
my freedom...

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