The only evening with a long-legged blond
What does it bring or evoke?
A call or a kiss that you cannot respond
A moonray through cigarette smoke.
Who knows what sounds are heard in the night,
Whose steps creak upstairs like bones?
Events of my life are flashes of light,
Words hit me like cast heavy stones.
Disposible...
© Copyright: Игорь Нагорный, 2004
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