Oh why, oh why
do you keep your distance
with restraining persistence
barring my way to the sky?
Don’t lie, don’t lie
that delays are for the better,
for it really doesn't matter
whether I fly or die!
Goodbye, goodbye,
I’m freed from tomorrow's
pained candle of sorrow
that flies as a butterfly.
Don’t cry, don’t cry,
for happiness is near
and Angels are here,
but don’t ask me why?
Oh why,oh why
is the promise broken
in this life outspoken
by your last lullaby?
May 29, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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