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Non so come definirla, poesia o quasi testo di canzone…

Certo è che l’ho scritta in 10 minuti, seduto in auto ad ammazzare il tempo…

L’ho scritta in inglese perché mi è venuta così.

L’ho ritoccata un pochino e non mi sembra male…

Non so neanche che titolo darle… forse il migliore è:


Soul of Clay


I remember my Mary,
her long red hairs
and esmerald eyes.
I remember her lips,
so hot and wet,
could never forget!

These were good days
with no remorses
neither different ways.
These were good days
when we were young
n didn’t care what they say.

She took my heart,
slowly in her hand,
as a fist of sand.
She took my soul,
nice child of devil,
saving from evil.


These were good days
with no remorses
neither different ways.
These were good days
when we were young
n didn’t care what they say.


She trown me away
breakin’ my mind.
She sqeezed my heart
till last drop of blood.
Mary left me down

licking my deep hurt.


These were bad days,
pile of dark anger
in a soul of clay.
These were bad days,
when I was young
n didn’t know what to say.

 
Fuck off Mary!
Ya’re a great bitch!

 

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nuova composizioneultima modifica: 2012-05-27T16:32:00+00:00da alghul
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