I ran into the field,
Dallas, that ugly giant corpse, was a shadow in a distance.
I ran and ran
Letting the mud have a fight with my boots,
Miles of unreachable horizon and the muddiest ranch on earth!
I ran to the taste of blood on my lips,
To the weeping of my lungs!
I ran to that unreachable horizon,
To maybe find something green in this muddy farm!
I ran and ran to the unreachable horizon,
My lips bled,
My lungs wept,
I ran to the end of my green hope,
Horizon was still in the distance!
Dallas, that ugly giant corpse, was a shadow in a distance.
I ran and ran
Letting the mud have a fight with my boots,
Miles of unreachable horizon and the muddiest ranch on earth!
I ran to the taste of blood on my lips,
To the weeping of my lungs!
I ran to that unreachable horizon,
To maybe find something green in this muddy farm!
I ran and ran to the unreachable horizon,
My lips bled,
My lungs wept,
I ran to the end of my green hope,
Horizon was still in the distance!
3 comments:
Happy new year
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Dear Anonymous,
Happy 2010 to you too,
مسعود عزیز
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