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Am prieteni care-s morti afara.
Suntem doar doi in Banca goala Si totu-n jur este distrus, Ma leg la rana ce m-omoara, Incarc pusca ultima oara, Si-ncerc sa nu ma las rapus. Suiera gloantele Pe langa mine Si vad alti prieteni la pamant, Incarc pistoalele, Plang de durere, Si-n lupta urlu si m-avant... Si m-avant! Trag spate-n spate, c-un stangaci Si nimeni nu ne poate opri, Apas tragaci dupa tragaci Razand nebuni,ca doi copii. Dau drumul mortii din pistol, Sa-mi faca drumul liber, Simt gloantele cum musca nemilos, Ma uit in stanga,dreapta,sus si jos, Lovesc in coapsa calul,furios Si-i strig lui Silver: -Fa-ma liber! Nori negri se aduna si incepe ploaia Ma uit spre cer razand,cu bratele deschise Eram in culmea fericirii c-am scapat de gloante, La fel radea si cel ce ma ochise. Simt o arsura care-mi rupe pieptul Si il aud pe Silver cum necheaza dupa mine, Ma prind de gatul lui fara speranta, Si il sarut plangand si-i spun : Ramai cu bine... by Bucsoiu daniel-gabriel
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