THE HAND OF THE MOON
I write a song
that strikes me in the head in the day
twisted ideas
I write to describe
this atom clouded
my sky
has run a bit 'obscured
They say I'm good looking and intelligent
but those who know me really
They say I'm a medal tray
because everyone likes
but I live alone with myself
A lone wolf
smiling
all the world
(the lone wolf
that howls
but sings to the moon)
A purple
sings notes
an unusual beauty
party party
sleepless night of intoxication in this
The poison has already sedated
my cravings
And I feel like the heart
a rebel prison.
A lone wolf
smiling
to the world
( the lone wolf that howls
but sings to the moon)
Bridge
In a stormy night
I almost can not even laugh
On this night without stars
I can not even almost
to LIVE
In a night of full moon
a hand touches my
and I would like to take with you
in a place far away
far
A lone wolf
smiling
to the world
The Lone Wolf smiling
singing to the moon
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