Автор: Vir Varius
Дата: 17-01-2007 | 11:03:14
new love song for my fans
They taught me that white is black,
Black is white, wrong is right.
I saw your not real blood
On the black ice. I cried,
‘Joanna!
It’s only fucking game!’
Why was I afraid
Thinking lie can be true?
Joan, I can’t say, ‘I love You’,
You don’t know me, I don’t know you.
But let my delirium in sad solitude
Be full to the brim with you
You were movie star of late,
Beauty maid, smart and great.
I wanted to make a date
With you yet I just said,
‘Joanna!
It’s only fucking game!’
Why was I constrained
Trying nothing to do?
Joan, I can’t say, ‘I love You’,
You don’t know me, I don’t know you.
But let my delirium in sad solitude
Be full to the brim with you.
I left Hollywood for long
Time has gone, doubts have flown,
But I don’t forget red tone
Of the black ice… I roar,
‘Joanna!
It was not only game!’
Today I’m in pain
Crying for wasted youth
Joan, I can’t say, ‘I love You’,
You don’t know me, I don’t know you.
But let my delirium in sad solitude
Be full to the brim with you.
…and fill sweetest dreams with you.
Vir Varius, 2007
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Тема: Re: Black Ice. Vir Varius
Автор О. Бедный-Горький
Дата: 18-01-2007 | 19:03:40
Не умничай, Вир…
Все знают, что и на русском
тоже не любой текст является стихами.