In the night you don"t sleep, do you?
Moon is dropping pearls around you,
Lunies cross your legs and shoulders
Night, it kills you, teas" you, fools you.
Eyes are open, seas are in them
What you"re thinking - noone condemn,
What you whisper - noone hear
But the night - you"re on her own.
Stars will fall around your bedside
And will watch you as a white bride;
In this magic fairy circle
You"ll be lying, growing your pride
In this early midnight dreaming
You will feel the morning coming
But when sun will touch your hair
You"ll forget the moonlight gleaming.
© Copyright: Машенька, 2001
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