In Empty Phrases

Текст песни Dan Swano - In Empty Phrases <br/> Here I am in my chamberIn my room full of wordsAlways searching for patterns that will give life to a lineMy poetry is frozen though it&#039;s beginning to meltThe solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written downSentence after sentence in a language not mineLoss of point no direction( )<br />A jigsaw where no pieces fitI envy the writers and the Ёюхts who knowthe way to the places were poetry growThere is no harvest if you never sowSo I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go