father and son

there was a son who wanted to know
how to be happy despite the blow

he asked his father what to do
to avoid the sadness and forget about blue

the father was wise and thousand years old
a white long beard in his hand he could hold

he knew a story about lion and giraffe
so he looked at his son and he started to laugh

my little son you are too young to ask me about the life!
but I know one story which I have heard from my wife:

a little boy always dreamed of a gorgeous lion
with whom he could plant a green scion

at last he met a high giraffe with three spots
but it wasn't a thing of which he dreamed a lot

he could take the giraffe or wait for his gorgeous friend
he could feel sorrow but still knowing the lion will come in the end

so what had he chosen? do you know my son?
I think he waited for his real friend coz it was worth the fun!

I was your raindrops

I was your breath when you couldn't breathe
I was your eyes when you cried like a blind man

I was your sky when it started to rain
and the raindrops

the raindrops falling down on your skin
and I still remember your scent

the scent which took possession of me one day

a little boy and the red balloon

there was a boy - a little one
so tiny that he lived in the trousers pocket of his mum

nobody could see him becoz of his size
but everyone knew that he was wise

although he was small like an ant
his dreams were huge and without bounds

one day he put all the dreams inside the red balloon
and started sailing in the cup of tea using a spoon

the red balloon run high!high!high! through the blue
up!up!up! strewing the raindrops and giving the clue

so if you see the red balloon above you
choose one dream and it will come true

the conversation with my devil - end of the game

so my sweet blondie slowly we're finishin' our race

I can see tiredness on your little pale face

the poor white King is God - don't be shocked!
we are playing Chess game on this forever frozen rock

I am black of course God is playing with white
uy! lucky day for me! it seems that Victory on my side!

the white King is weak and the Queen is gone
the Bishop and Knight are cowards and you blondie are only a pawn

so tell us God which figure will you take now to move?
the blizzard is coming so what will you choose?!

rivers are bleeding stars are falling down
oh my poor Lord.. I'll give you back your thorny crown

coz now I have to visit southern dark-haired girl to steal her life..
... c h e c k m a t e !.. ey my blondie! are you still alive?!