Sucide In The Train
From the trains.. The face of journeys shines
In the stations.. The pictures of hopes disappeared
The train goes on and trees have disappeared in his track
A cloud stole moon s face
The path switch off
And the small children how they noisy!
With muddy mouth laughing on our feet those cloudy with soil
There is no rain in our street!
Between wheat there is a pretty blond girl
Was oh-so it was!
Sickle has naked her
the night suicide on the morning..The city be naked
grapes die in the days juice.. Generated Wine
we drunk which was killed!
Why we be afraid of suicide in the light of truth? !
the train takes us and the sky stole the wound color from the sea
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