In your hands you have flowers,
We spent together a lot of hours.
What is the difference between you and me?
You like coffee, but I like tea.
We haven’t any time,
But your time isn’t mine.
Your time is sand; my time is sun.
You want daughter. I want son.
We live in the town,
The standard of living is down.
But your own world is big
And your soul always sings.
But you have no space for me,
Your mind is blind. You’ll see.
Your life is full,
And you are fool.
Your life is just a pocket money
And you are just a man, my honey.
Nobody must love you!
Your soul is empty; your body is a suit!
I love...
© Copyright: Денис Белояров, 2005
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