OUTCRY

Outcry

Bring me the train, fast life wheeled train
Transfer station: my soul and my fate
It flies through me, started by death
I hope someone will find my thread

Maybe the tears of the train will dry
It seems to be waiting for reply
I wish compliments or some words
What's smaking there: exempt or curse

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And I'm living and burning
Till you listening

I suffered the faithful selfishness
My hair could waving in the vastness
Burned out my eyes by my fresh curl
Bring me the train. Bring to you my treassure

Flame the world, burn and blaze
The music keeps us like good chains
Like the doubt in tighten hope
I stand in light and every tone!

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And I'm living and burning
Till you listening
And I'm living and burning
Till you listening......my OUTCRY!!!


Kovács Gergő-József Attila