Blended

“I do not dream any more
I do not smoke any more
I do not have even any more history
I am alone without you
I am ugly without you
I am Like orphan in a dormitory
I do not want any more
Of living my life
My life ceases when you leave
I do not have any more life
And even my bed
Transforms itself into quay of station
When you from go away…
I am sick
Completely sick
As when my mother left the evening
And that it leaving me only with my despair
I am sick
Perfectly sick
Arrive to you one never knows when
You set out again one never knows where
And that will make soon two years
That you of insane…
As with a rock
As with a sin
I am fixed on you
I am tired, I am exhausted
To make pretence be happy
When they are there
I drink every night
even all whiskies
For me have the same taste
And all boats
Carry your flag
I do not know any more where to go you are everywhere…
I am sick
Completely sick
I pour my blood in your body
And I am like a dead bird
When you you sleep
I am sick
Perfectly sick
You deprived to me of all my songs
You emptied me of all my words
However me I had talent
Before your skin…”

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  • აჰამ მოვძებნე სიმღერა, ბლენდიდ რატომ სათაურად? 🙂

    • George Bloom  On 08/03/2012 at 8:19 PM

      არეული, შერეული , აბურდულია– ჩემსავით ^^
      მოძებნე ^^

      • მეანდერძე  On 09/03/2012 at 1:48 PM

        ჰო მოვძებნე, პრინციპში მაგას ვფიქრობდი მეც :დ

      • George Bloom  On 09/03/2012 at 2:47 PM

        რა თქმა უნდა, მჯერა შენი მიხვედრილობის ^^

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