Before me there is air for the rain
if I try to win over the hierarchy
a whirlwind will be between my lips
it's sad happy to see you threaten me
I can not change the world or design the look
of the clouds and dress them more independently
sadness and joy merge in rainbow
the colors are divided and they slip to the eye
my word dyes in brightness
nostalgia for things
is laughter the passport of the visa for crying
and the sun is in my window
when moon on a beach
are the holidays
the impatience of autumn
I can not change the world or design the look
of the clouds and dress them more independently
sadness and joy merge in rainbow
the colors are divided and they slip to the eye
before me there is air for the rain
if I try to win over the hierarchy
a whirlwind will be between my lips
It's sad to see that they threaten me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)