A gun a chair a table some cards
when I was young I had other plans

A bullet myself a beer some cards
now I am too old to do otherwise

A sound a dead-man a glass some cards
you gonna use what's in your hands

Silence dark dust some cards
we are here only by chance


A rustle a light dust some cards
life starts to spin around ...

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Korlakas είπε...

Η προβα πετυχε, και δε φανερωνει αρχαριο!