Survivor
Old sinks and ever running water
Flowing in the same direction
The fondness of the country moonlight
And fairies dancing in the darkness
Sad grey room when I was a patient
Where I found my recollections
A photo or an older picture
Isn’t only faded memory
RIT.
Living thoughts and broken words –survivor-
Smiles and tears I’m looking for –survivor-
Oh heaven as I was a survivor in the sun
We spoke about some ancient lovers
The way the look in the river of time
How many fucking nights without love
Lost passions in a drop of bad beer
Good red wine when we drank to women
When they move in the light of darkness
Moon fairies gaze at man’s desires
It stands as a written destiny
RIT.
New chords and everlasting music
Running in blue fresh horizons
The choir and an ancient guitar
Creeping in the eyes of bad years
Small egg walls in a fit of passion
Where I breed my imagination
A solo or an odder keyboard
In the crazy light of fantasy
RIT.
Like a cloud we are standing in the sky
But the rain will not kill us as the time
Like a shadows by the light its torn apart
‘cause the sun will save us ‘till the end
of our lives
Red sands and ever falling deserts
resting in the isle of nowhere
the music of the further fiddle
will show us the right position
fat old days when we hate deception
full of human eyes perception
an image of a golden morning
seems to be a true reality
RIT.
Survivors in the sun…
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