Empty eyes isn t it?

It was my happy sleep-dream last night
With you in the main role
You were waiting for me in the airport so much polite
In my imagination hole

I will love you in spite of it hurts me
I can’t be higher of my body
Coz you are cutting my wings
And in my heart-soul there are so many stings
That I’m tired to feel anything
It’s my imagination blink
Even in a new life – white another city page
Where you’ve put me on the main stage
Yesterday’s future each time
Should I be a good girl, so fine?




Empty eyes – isn’t it?
And do you know the global verdict?
How to finger my mouse?
And where is that right Eastern South?
You need twice to be down
Out away from new building destroyed town
Who will be that hairy red-orange Clown?
And what is of his rescuing soul amount?
If only not to think about quality
Why should green eyes being so empty –
Isn’t it?