21 marca 2012

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Steven Croat
Steven Croat

4000 Watts

The bottle swung next to me.
The shivers blink and want blood...
Time stopped, my ears became deaf.
Who will see me, when I cry?

Treasure of my being is the luck...

Yesterday the landscape became an alley.
They dropped me like an old book.
My soul is an immersed tank.
I know you forget me easily.

My soul plays alone on the violin...

In vain, nowhere any work.
If I see my parents' eyes,
The weight of inertia hurts me.
The pain carries off my hands.

This scruple beats me on my heart...

I am a machine in the volley.
I march (maybe forever).
Somebody's always chasing me,
I can't become a stone.

4000 Watts make me...

ako
26 czerwca 2012 o 18:24

In Vain, In vain, nowhere any work. If I see my parents' eyes, The weight of inertia hurts me. The pain carries off my hands. ( I like that)

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Steven Croat
28 czerwca 2012 o 14:14

Thank you!

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