23.06.2018
My dear
Versions: #2Time is on the wall clock
Truth is in interrupted dream
Life is in Heaven
Life with a wing on the back
Unbearably simple
To myself along the wings by candle path
Nervously grabbing from the bush
The words, like berries, together with dust
My dear, I'm not that far
You can kill me without being near
My dear...
Bitter coffee in the morning
My eyes are worn out like horseshoes
I lie without noticing
To myself about somebody else
Same as me in a similar window
On the same words getting crazy too late
Pick out the sky in the bed sheet,
and in the sky there are frozen stars...
My dear, I'm not that far
You can kill me without being near
My dear...
Thin square of the hand
In it the tram circles dampness
I would've like to start again ( starting with another leg)
To walk this road from beginning to the end
Straight along the line of life
Along the notebook homes, grey and soaked wet,
So I don't invent unnecessary
Doubtful reason to return back
My dear, I'm not that far
You can kill me without being near
My dear...
...I'm not that far
...I'm not that far
...I'm not that far
...I'm not that far
I'm not that far