Fraudly chasing my dreams
Like liar among prophets...
I met you accidentally,
Oh science of kabbalah...
In a position of an eternal cabby,
Drive this royal coach of autumn leafs...
Just few instant moments remains
Till the day when I was born...
I met you accidentally,
Oh science of kabbalah...
My muggy room shares last portion of air
Sitting on all fours, feeling so small...
I was taught how to lie
Since my eyes saw the light...
To hate someone means knowing him very good, to love it is not necessary |