случайные полчаса без чая
it's not me, i swear. mark antony made me write this pathetic poem. or lyricsoverwhelming rain
growing stronger and louder
washes me away
blending with dirty street powder
you'll never notice, you'll never know
i follow, i trace you
i'm under your feet
look down here, notice me,
spread over cobbled street
but you'll never notice, you'll never know
tomorrow the east wind
will blow away these clouds
sun rays will evaporate me
i won't ever be found
you like to walk in rain
so come out and meet me
next week or in few years
when i'll return to this city
i'll pour down from lead skies
down your hair, down your face
mixed up with salty tears
and die slowly on your hands
and you'll never notice, you'll never know