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Day of the Moon

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Четверг, 18 Июня 2009 г. 17:41 + в цитатник
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About six years passed... Years of youth, growth, passion and experience...
Years of desiring and misunderstanding... Years of laughter and grief...
You told that memory reminded you more cries than gentle smiles...
I spoke of different memory...
We had our way, we tried to become one... somehow... maybe...
But when united - parted... now forever...
Forever & together totally alone... and lost... in the day of the moon...
Feel better...


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Четверг, 18 Июня 2009 г. 17:32 + в цитатник
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About six years passed... Years of youth, growth, passion and experience...
Years of desiring and misunderstanding... Years of laughter and grief...
You told that memory reminded you more cries than gentle smiles...
I spoke of different memory...
We had our way, we tried to become one... somehow... maybe...
But when united - parted... now forever...
Forever & together totally alone... and lost... in the day of the moon...
Feel better...


День Луны

In the day of the moon I was stranger…
I was stranger for streets, for the sky
For the shivering light on the water
I was stranger for love-spoken rhymes…

I was dreaming a dream that forever is lost
That believed to be mine, but ‘twas not…
I was looking for boat to make sail to the high
In the day when I finally died…

In that day of the moon I was broken
Like I never was broken before
In that day of the moon I was stolen
By myself on the glimmering shore…

I was making my way through the pale avenue
Whispering things can’t no longer endure
Dreaming a dream that forever is torn…
Beautiful rose with the venomous thorn…

In the day of the moon there was danger
If could earlier knew – it was you…
In the day of the moon I’m a stranger…
Tinkling tear in crescendo of dew…

I was dreaming a dream that forever is lost
That believed to be mine, but ‘twas not…
I was looking for boat to make sail to the high
In the day when I finally died…

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