Stone
Try to beat me - you will not believe your eyes,
Try to break down - you probably will break itself.
Cold and hard in poor finger -
Cannon Neanderthal.
Bend me even more complicated than break down,
I have a small stone - but I can fly.
Cold and hot piece of granite,
Death of Goliath in his hand of David.
I banged on the iron rod,
But I am a stone - cold, hard granite,
I fall without breaking sweat,
Does not hurt me - I do look.
There is no harder or no cold no ground
Could be ice, but I'm afraid that will melt in the warm,
Vain tricks, traps and nets,
Aim is not in my heart - I'm bulletproof vest.
I banged on the iron rod,
But I am a stone - cold, hard granite,
I'm falling, not broken,
Then does not hurt me - I do look.
Not just me, crush, chop,
I - stone cold and hard basalt
Only slightly scratched flesh
And by the bright sparks fly.
