Feltöltve: 2007-05-23 13:08:27
Megtekintve: 7071
With blessed heart
I haven't got Father, nor Mother,
Neither God, nor Home what could be my castle.
Not either Cradle, neither Shrud,
I ain't got a Kiss, nor have I my Love.
Third day I haven't eaten,
Neither a lot, nor less than it was waiten'.
My 20 years are my mastery,
I turn them into lot money.
If nobody wanted that,
Good Old Evil will buy that.
I'll berak with clear heart,
If need, I'll kill with no heart!
They will catch and up me hanged,
I'll covered by blessed land.
And mortal herbs will be beard
On my beautiful heart...
Neither God, nor Home what could be my castle.
Not either Cradle, neither Shrud,
I ain't got a Kiss, nor have I my Love.
Third day I haven't eaten,
Neither a lot, nor less than it was waiten'.
My 20 years are my mastery,
I turn them into lot money.
If nobody wanted that,
Good Old Evil will buy that.
I'll berak with clear heart,
If need, I'll kill with no heart!
They will catch and up me hanged,
I'll covered by blessed land.
And mortal herbs will be beard
On my beautiful heart...
Hozzászóláshoz jelentkezz be vagy regisztrálj!
2007-05-24 14:31:15
József Attila... Bocs, ezt még odaírhattam volna megjegyzésként, mikor átcsoportosítottam másik alrovatba ;)