Max - a line in poem (1st, street ver.) | Текст песни

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• a line in poem (1st, street ver.)

Tired [/weary] day leaned on the clouds
There white moon came out as show-off
Dull night pester me on the plea of
trifling pretext

I will write with a silver stylus
Along the sky by the clouds
Admire the happiness, I was waiting for you so [/very] much
I loved you so until you came

I dreamed so entangled in the branches
of your hand and crying from the shame
it's not me tormented by the fear
Life is empty as the melt water

I wanted to be [height/tail/] stature like a three [mountains/] Montaignes
[and] correct the [sky/] haven by a firm hand
I was so proud, but it is in the rules of the game
to be a small line in the poem of the world.

feb 11, 2016

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