Little Prince
Tell me about death,
my little prince
or be silent
the whole night until moing,
listening to the punctured
Butterfly Creek,
or gazing longingly
dead birds in the eye
We will not
together ever
You want to give everything
but this is not enough ...
You so want to cry,
but they are not left ...
A quiet rustle of wheat,
stellar distance,
purple velvet
sequins in the rain ...
This is the most cruel word
it - something that no one
does not want to take ...
Hide me forever
dark water
You want to give everything
but this is not enough ...
You so want to cry,
but they are not left ...
Tell me about death,
my little prince
or be silent
the whole night until moing,
listening to the punctured
Butterfly Creek,
or gazing longingly
dead birds in the eye
We will not
together than ever ...
You want to give everything
but this is not enough ...
You so want to cry,
but they are not left ...
