Sometimes I... feel. I'm hunting for living, I don't like when they here, From cracks in the forest Faces appear. I'm resting in coffin: Life is fantasy, far. If you don't want to get here, Stay where you are. Sometimes I feel, just a little bit older Sometimes I feel... for you I could have been... have been for you, I could have been old, I could have been cruel. We could have been two But I'll make it clear All of this for you, And you can come here. I'm living for hunting, I'm like staying here. Not crime when I'll kiss you, It's pay and you live. You rest in your coffin: How much can you see, How much do you know Of the places where we'll be. 6.4.2007 Lyash, Лорд Тьмы клана DoM. |