who I am
Do not ask me who I am and who I am ...
I am an old train filled with sorrow
I am time without time ... I am still without sleep
I may be Sinbad wandering all over the country without country
It was like a bird living without snorkeling
He spends the day day without day ... A black night dies behind the eyelids
But ... I am confident that I live without restrictions
And I think that the dream came back without a deadline .. Vtzob yearnings years
Do not ask me who I am and who I am ...
I am a train of age, full of my illusions, I travel over my words
matter today in the illusion of bloody reality
I am a friend without a friend, I walk the paths without companions and I am drowning
Everyone around me laughs and the mind dwells in the heart .. And the tears miss the eyes
And people are not authenticated Withmson .. Who am I ??
I am without me ... I may or may not be