pirmdiena, 2010. gada 11. janvāris

Moonchild

White moon on the sky,
I ask myself ,
Why did her had to lie?

Blue water in the sea,
I ask you here,
Why I can not dream?

Like I have no heart,
No dreams of porcelain.
Where is my love emotions,
Where is our tower of love pollution's.

What gets in my arms,
Can make you real harm.
As Nixon was the slave,
No one knows what did he gave.
Gave the peace and trust,
As the Moon-child of the dust.

2 komentāri:

Cristaps teica...

palasīju arī iepriekšējos, šis ir labs, bet latviski sanāk vēl labāk ;)

Kra teica...

Man tīk rakstīt latviski, bet ik pa reizei tomēr gribas kaut ko savādāku.
Paldies par tevis izteikto viedokli - cienu un respektēju.