Grigory Martyushenkos aktivitet
No man has struck me with a knife, No man has hanged me with a rope, No man has tried to steal my life, Nor am I set on fire, I hope, But I feel the wounds so deep inside, I cannot breathe nor think at all, I am so ...
Til den som er fremmedgjort for seg selv.
Oh, cry, my dearest, cry, Spill out the memories of past Forget, what should forever last But, dearest, do not die! Let's bury our sins. And I'll forget your pleasant grace, And you will soon forget my face And that we once were kins. Oh, please, my dearest, please Cry ...
Kanskje noe man skriver når en blir slått opp med? :)
Wow, Stian, det er en dyp analyse, har aldri tenkt på det selv faktisk. Ser at du er en ekte kunstnet som har innblikk i menneskesjela! :)