Escape is translated from populiar Bulgarian song I was want to share with you
I look out the window whether it's raining outside.
I'm not afraid of you, I do not want to stay here.
What remains to do is to run.
Whatever time I do
I confess to you that I can not be alone.
Countless years,
For years I can not stop my flight.
Why did I believe in words that she does not believe in a small child.
Why I fled, why did I believe.
Whether the rain outside, or the cold in me
Is what stops my running, I'm staying here.
I do not know if I'm right to come back here again.
As a stranger without shelter he lost his home, he stops me now.
Whatever time I do
I confess to you that I can not be alone.
Countless years,
For years I can not stop my flight.
Why did I believe in words that she does not believe in a small child.
Why I fled, why did I believe.
Whatever time I do
I confess to you that I can not be alone.
Countless years,
For years I can not stop my flight.
Why did I believe in words that she does not believe in a small child.
Why I fled, why did I believe.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-04-23 at 13:48
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Escape by Ann Wood
Last night and tomorrow awaits me.I look out the window whether it's raining outside.
I'm not afraid of you, I do not want to stay here.
What remains to do is to run.
Whatever time I do
I confess to you that I can not be alone.
Countless years,
For years I can not stop my flight.
Why did I believe in words that she does not believe in a small child.
Why I fled, why did I believe.
Whether the rain outside, or the cold in me
Is what stops my running, I'm staying here.
I do not know if I'm right to come back here again.
As a stranger without shelter he lost his home, he stops me now.
Whatever time I do
I confess to you that I can not be alone.
Countless years,
For years I can not stop my flight.
Why did I believe in words that she does not believe in a small child.
Why I fled, why did I believe.
Whatever time I do
I confess to you that I can not be alone.
Countless years,
For years I can not stop my flight.
Why did I believe in words that she does not believe in a small child.
Why I fled, why did I believe.
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 764 times
Written on 2017-04-23 at 13:48
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