Иии още от мен ;)

И за да продължа лиричната вълна :

As a waterdrop meets desert sands,
burnt away by thousand suns,
does it have to stretch it's hands
towards the blazing heat ,that burns
one  like Lucifer's inferno,
in a death so sweet yet tragic.

And if a desert rose would catch said drop
and save it from said sands
would it feel like angels's tears
are falling on forsaken lands.

When the purest liquid hits
an even purer ground of ruby red velvet,
would it lay upon it ,like a dead man on his bed?
Now won't that be something that the skies rivet on.

If the skies do witness something of that kind
would they be able to avert a shed of one or few
or would they pour on flaming lands
a desperatly needed dew?

Глупости разни =)

Понеже стана модерно да си артистичен и куцо,кьораво и сакато се юрна да се доказва ,ето малко (изключително неизключителна) поезиика [предвидена за песен,по принцип] от мен,народе!


Hello ,mister Nobody, how are you today?
Haven't heard from you a while...What?There was no other way?
In this word of busy people you have quite a lot to do
you have all the little reasons and...wait who?

Waited for you on the phone
turned on the computer,waited some more
Stood there thinking ,all alone
Just to understand this didn't make me sore

What's up ,mister  Nobody,...oh, this is his girlfriend on the line
Wait...who did you say you were? No ,you're wrong,he's mine...
So..he never told you 'bout me?
Yes...well no...I see....


Bye,bye ,mister Nobody, I packed my bags and 'll leave
I wanted this for quite some while,to break free from your deceit
Lie,lie,mister Nobody, but I have no intent to grieve
For someone who was never mine to receive....