пятница, 1 августа 2008 г.

The midnight rain

Шикарный стих, один из моих любимых!

Like the million of tears
The rain wets city when it sleeps
It wets the streets, it wets the roads
A concrete jungle with it’s souls.

You love this rain, you love this night
You wish there won’t be any light
The city which became so clean
That may be you have never seen.

And you just want to leave your home
For place where you won’t be alone
So no one knows your strengthen pain,
Except this lonely midnight rain.