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Girl, Cry

The past has taken everything away and you don't believe my one word.
And I'm tired of living, bracing with anger myself,
But in one thing I don't have any sense in twisting this globe.
A lot of transitions from distant plots,
So much was, in the end there was only this.
Eternal shaky walk between gray plates,
Too much of springboards and buzz for the evening for rubles again.
Everything is invariably I think,
And in the our heads are too much new extremes.
Where did you put my sanity down?
And the belief that I'll stand under the squall.
That I'm able to change myself,
That flies away the sludge of that sorrow.
That inspiration flipped from cover to cover.
What in my memory freezes more than in the morgue.
 
Girl, cry, remembering something that we can't return.
Girl, cry, I once again couldn't atone for the blame.
Girl, cry under the noisy tick of unnecessary hours and minutes.
Girl, cry to the voice that I'll leave over seven notes.
 
Time bears all grievances, and our world in half and we'll quits.
For a moment, hide the sorrow of your resentment,
Where we were happy with you in the illusionary world.
Only your scent in my space
It fuses in the memory of the projection, you know.
You tell all someone, but there are tears in your eyes.
And I punish myself for not saving you.
Thrown from the waves on the shore, the weather whispers the rain.
Plod on the puddle again alone, waiting for thunderstorms.
To you with a bouquet of roses, in your head is a neurosis.
My antidepressant in this glass of dreams.
You're my catch, who before you so many words,
I heard your voice, I feel chill sometimes.
Why the mascara on the cheeks, no need excuses.
The culprit didn't live up to your expectations.
 
Tibor from QS-FB


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