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Last Flight

It’s a feeling inside that something is wrong
It’s just a wind which blows too strong
It’s a snow on a face and a winter night
Coming up soon to fight the light

When something is wrong
When nobody’s here
When I am so sad
And my soul bleeds

It is that time
When dreams are all gone
When crying wind
Forces to go home

It’s just a feeling about the death
It is a memory of what we’ve met
It’s just a rain cleaning my mind
And I can take off to my last flight

nóoo šikovné

To si cela ty, Nage. Ty aj ten najsmutnejsi pocit dokazes zabalit do takych prijemnych versov, ze clovek to raz precita a vie ako sa citis. A navyse z toho sam nechyti depku
Bravo!

Very interesting, Nage.

no neviem ci je to prave najprijemnejsia basen, ale pekna urcite je

Skor som myslel "prijemne verse" akoze "umelecky prijemne"-mam spoluziaka, ktory si frustracie ventiluje dost surovymi versami(aj ked su pravdive). Takze preto prijemna...