"...What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my designWhat does it matter what I see
Tell me where do we draw the line
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird..."

Хъм, тъкмо ме хвана на вълна Поетите…
ОтговорИзтриванеедна от много любимите ми поетски
ОтговорИзтриванеа гласът на Марко така да й "залепва"...и приляга