Aug 17, 2010 18:24
I’m playing a clown
And this is my role.
With toy foolish crown
And mask on the soul.
I’m smiling to people
With pain in my heart
Make them laugh a little
And let the show start.
The show with no subject,
We’re calling it “life”.
It’s damn low on budget
For you to survive.
You look for salvation
And get in big dept.
In such situation
Till death you’ll be kept.
Some crazy are fighting
For freedom, not bread.
Like flash of the lightning
They burn and are dead.
Not caring for money
Or luxury life,
They will keep on running
Along the sword’s blade.
World takes off its crown
In front of these men.
They rise and fall down.
But they do life then.
Some ’re sick, some are mighty:
There’s no use to grudge.
Be damned all this writing -
I’m clown, not a judge!
The life’ll make its rating:
Who’s weak and who’s strong.
So, why we are waiting?
The show must go on!
сарвала клін,
вершы,
ахтунг