The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
One day coldplay came on radio
And lifted my roof.
I could see the sky
And faces I wanted to forget
And flowers I could not smell in the clouds;
Flashing lights,
Gunshots,
Dances with some woman I’very never met.
Oh Coldplay!
Oh Tchaikovsky!
How do you know
The pain of one man out of the hundreds of thousands.
How do you know what I’d forgotten.
How can you care more than all I’ve met.
You have more life than most people
Because you have a soul.
And a soul in man is rarer than the scriptures say.
And a soul in man is dead if it still exists anywhere.
Oh Coldplay!
Oh Tchaikovsky!
How do you know
The pain of one man out of the hundreds of thousands.
One day coldplay came on radio
And lifted my roof.
But then it fell on my chest
And crushed me to a pillow of tears.
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