Alcoholic Wawes

I have terrible hadache,
Just like always in the morning,
But I have something,
What makes me happy.

Again I'm on board,
Again I swim in the sea,
Again I can open my eyes,
Again and again for sun.

I drifting on the sea,
In my head, alcoholic wawes,
Many hours, many days, many years.

I think this is the end,
The last day on the sea,
But I don't remember why,
Somebody should show me,
A way to leading to home,
But know I must find my ship,
So I can get on board again.

autor

kruk

Dodano: 2005-06-14 11:44:48

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