Look at this victorious flag
over remains of failed empire
- what does the color remind you?
Time has passed but wounds won't heal,
no matter you're with this world or flee
- it always finds you. I don't care what's wrong, what's right
when my blood is burning bright.
But why sometimes history
seems made of fits of hystery?
They fight for future full of light,
fight for all to be only right
And now their dreams have turned to tar,
and the life - to ailing scar.
If you want to fight for right,
beware of light that makes you blind.
If you wan't to destroy what's wrong -
make sure it's not all world where you belong.
I don't even care what's wrong, what's right
when my blood is burning bright.
But why sometimes history
seems a series of fits of hystery?
2011.March.24
