Shot of poison.
The spring in his greatest blossom,
Cold wind is blowing on my nape
My favorite poem played in my head.
Before you came everything was so simple
Now, two years later
Three words are playing in my head
And another two words are playing as an answer
Five words are penetrating my body.
My heart with thousands knifes Inserts
The first shot is burning in my chest
The second shot is laxing my grasp
The third shot is concealing the pain
fourth shot disenchants me
Fifth shot.
Silence.
טל קטן פוציעל המוןןןןן מזל טוב, שתמשיך להתלהב מויצו ושתהיה לך שנה משוצצת וטובה.
עכשיו אתה כבר לא קטן! אתה 15 ומגניב! (H)
וכמו שנה שעברה,