Another one, collaboration original, brand new, in my language, older than yours (the language)
Friday
Have you ever collected a memory ona pathway
Crumb by crumb - a long day.
The grasses are women, the day is friday
And your laugh is blessed again
And every pain here is from a conception
Of a day in which the world is born
Afar from every saturday payoff
Abaft in a prayer time
You will need a lot of thirst
To lick the sharp edge of every mountain peak
And afterwards to stay by the river
To sit on the warmth moss
Where you always play in summer
But from a crow is your feather
The loved is hardening fast
The exiled gets back alone
To find you, you to look for it
And then you both to get hurt
You are sorrowful when you delude it
It laughs when you whist…
That way are laughing the old pathway,
The grasses and the burned out day
You would laugh too, but it is friday
If you cry your laughter is forgiven
And in the memory you always play in summer
But from a crow is your feather
The loved is hardening fast
The exiled gets back alone
Lyrics by Plamen Sivov
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5ZOHG3m8kU&list=UUE43iWXOK6bLlkpHIvoD6wA&index=1