quarta-feira, 5 de setembro de 2012

A muzhik


A muzhik

By whom and try and always been able to live
Daring to believe in paradise
Luck turns into precise tone
And the deadline is molded flashier.
The singing meaningless when deprive
Generating whatever you want and I will not reproduce
My time in another decoy in a hail
That denies even the solace in vain
The path to truly change
The step of going rogue muzhik
Supports how denying in usefulness.
The door certainly no more open
The fight drawn into macabre voice
Translates luck so bitter and bleak.


MARCOS LOURES

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