wind in the glass
si din cenuaa, prin lupta, se ridica
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Lumi paralele Am întâlnit un suflet Si am crezut ca mi-e prieten. Am vrut sa îl ridic sus, Mai sus decât al meu.
Vulturul Ca vulturul sa supravietuiasca, Sa se refaca si-apoi sa traiasca, Într-un punct al vietii sale, E nevoie de schimbare. Optiunea este grea si presupune O moarte lenta atunci când apune Sau un proces de transformare, Cerându-i vulturului ca sa zboare
White dress Poor girl walking on the street, For three days she didn`t eat, Her cotton dress was old, Her thin body – very cold. Winter wind was blowing harsh, Suddenly, I heard a crash, One moment… girl was down, Blood… on all white town. Is there in
Fight for me If you love me, Fight and see What hard it could be Your life without me. If you are refused, Get it used, I am now confused So I am excused. If you are still sorrow, Come on, throw your arrow But wait for the morrow, Poor blind mind narrow. I waited for
House of spiders My empty house, my soul is full of spiders, No way to go for covering my empty day, No will to overfill the ash of my reminders, To see the thread of grass or bright my stay, Come here my hope, don`t let my soul away!!! Don`t punish me for my mistake and for my