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събота, 28 април 2018 г.

Near the spring I die of thirst
















Near the spring I die of thirst.
The lemon tree stopped giving fruits.
For fresh apples it was late.
I know - I couldn't get away...
Near the spring I die of thirst.
We are all ashes and dust.
I needed your miraculous water.
But there was a selfish dragon.

Near the spring I die of thirst. 
I coudn't see your face at first.
I tried six days to survive.
In the sixt night I would die.
The water kissed me very gently,
The water pushed me in the deep directly. 
You know the story – boys don't cry...
And then I got into my mind.

This morning I need a cup of coffee…
The dragon knows - I am the trophy.
There was no need to fuel the Evil.
You are my heart, you are my Diva.