scarecrow

I hide the disfigured face, In dirty tissue of my murderer, The become heavy fingers poured by lead Hold spheres in which children’s happiness is dead. Whether suffocation in my last reminiscence, Or I am drowned in the dirty swamp and this my last test? I am a stray ghost, I looked for light in despair, But I have found only darkness and infinite wandering. Now I forever in this being, I won’t open the person, it is charred by fear, Be not frightened if I on the way meet to you, Forgive, simply, now I probably forever I will remain a scarecrow. . music - CLANN - The Sad Prince . September 2017