16-03-2009, 18:27
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חבר מתאריך: 20.01.07
הודעות: 855
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שיר... ללא כותרת
Look at all this shadows
watch them surrounding me
and they all the same,
similar to mine.
flat people, blending with a touch
slaves of the landscape
soon to be crushed.
As the sun is rising
fake people are hiding
sitting in the dark
sitting in the cold,
staying folded make them old.
But somtimes,
when there is nothing left to sold
when they feel the hunger
then they are rising tall.
פשוט זרמתי...
זה מה שיצא
(אני די בטוח שיש פה שגיאות כתיב/תחביר... כמו תמיד )
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