The Clothes
Poems, Songs & Prose
He has not yet begun to live.
But I’m tired anyway.
Not for myself, I’m tired of them.
Who accompanies success.
Whoever has the life of the race,
And he will sleep for them.
But I’m tired anyway.
Not for myself, I’m tired of them.
Who accompanies success.
Whoever has the life of the race,
And he will sleep for them.