the birthday of my death
Author: vitasThe Birthday Of My Death (Den' rozhdeniya moyei smerti)
Today at daybreak
I lost a shadow of my hope
I entangled myself in the nets
Being too lazy to disentangle though
And as if under the spell
I forgot the order of days
Is it my birthday today
Or the day of my death?
I am all alone in this world
Only emptiness awaits me ahead
Is it roof or a thin line
Under my feet?
I am nearly God's equal
I am higher than the king
I will put my foot on the edge
And say: "Hello, Earth!"
And then at one stroke
I will solve all my problems
And in the end I will sin
By my imperishable ashes
I know that sooner or later
Whether you believe me or not
It will come anyway -
The birthday of our death...
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 4:00 AM CST
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