I`ve been waiting for a long time to get these stories out. Tell me yours and I will tell you mine.
Вдруг кто-то достаточно мне доверяет, чтобы это послушать и проникнуться) Тогда, если этого кого-то проймет, то он, наверное, потом даже спасибо мне скажет)


Come along to the riverside. Sit down now.
I just want to hear somebody else whine.
If you`ve got tomorrow, I`ve got a blade.
We can dig a hole into an old book.
Keep our secrets there.

I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine. I can cut them back and help you down.
There I`ll listen to every song you know.
I`ll clap when you are through.
And maybe then I will kiss you.

I`ve been waiting for a long time to get these stories out. Tell me yours and I will tell you mine.
Spin them sideways, over ground, tie a rope around my shoulder. Tend to aching in the morning.

Come along to the riverside. Lay down now.
We can hold or not say all at all. We`ll jump out the crow`s nest, heave ashore, wave the might skull and crossbones.
Up that hill and back down.