Básničky píšu, není-li napsáno jinak, sám. :)
In this world of black and white,
nothing stands for wrong and right,
in a single blink of eye,
truth is done now there is lie.
Playground gives you inspiration,
because the contrast of the depth,
when you swing down on the seesaw,
wants you just to be patient,
and the cushions on which you slept,
will act against the natures law,
still natures law it will be,
when they will change into thee,
sleep will draw you slumber dire,
for your lovely inner fire...
For those who went through the Gate of the Fallen,
noone can get them time that was stolen,
ache that no cure is capable,
point of fact that's not reachable.
What was lost is lost and lost shall be,
you met the Devil and he stole soul from thee,
bound of body through the soul is shook,
chains broke upon the moment you looked.
Sins pave your stairway to hell,
as long as you breath it's not late to tell,
unerring scales appear when the life grows weary,
and it's what we haven't done that makes end scary.
Stuck in a telephone booth and not talkin' to anyone,
sometimes you get this feel being out of reach with everyone,
it's only since this time when I lost place to hide or run,
it's only from the first time our pupills meat each other on one day...
Clocks got weird and started turning five four three some two and one,
snow and rain started falling in a way world flipped completely upside-down,
and I knew the only option to make this feeling stop getting me gone,
inevitable stray of destined road that made me say...
what makes my day...
Thing locked in your mirror!
I lost my consciousness when sights got crossed,
pick-pocketed heart by the scent of yours,
concentration got slightly cut off every source,
I would be burning if outside wasn't filled by frost...
Nechci nic moc víc než pocit že celý můj den,
nebyl tak marný když ho žiji pro svůj malý sen,
že jednou přijdeš a neřekneš vlastně vůbec nic,
vytáhneš kotvy napneš plachty k pevnině připluješ blíž...
protože víš...
That ocean reflects your face!
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