Rain of doubts

The rain of doubt washed the shadows
Looking sadly in powers dreams,
Stealing running to the door of out
Looking into the thistle of longing in,

The shadows jumped being, given away
Suffocating tears over a far-fetched game,
Where from fantasies created vision
You don 't blindly believe in your dreams again.

Stealing running to the door,
After trying on a dress  of someone else 's ,
You 're fondly opening doors
In their no longer childhood dreams...

But stop! Time stopped!
And fighting back the ups and downs,
Cuckoo burden cuckoo  in some houses
Don 't you dare go to the devil 's arms!

To all turns!Alas!
And the warm-up of the death leaves no fresh bounch.
The foliage of light will not flower touch
Flowers of happiness hiding a trail.

Chill the child! Do not rush without
Do not tear your clothes in the well of hell,
Do not leave the innocence of the day,
Clinging the dresses of the obscene cay