( Е.В.В. посвящается)
Look little boys or girls enter the elementary class
Listening to a very young dark-haired woman telling ‘em a naughty story
Or simply clap your eyes on students’ fuss
And the professors’ mind with no worry
Pupils are just sittin’
There watchin’ the wheels go round and round
Priests are prayin’ the evil not be near
Thinkin’ the afterdeath birth s found
Let the wind lull your logged head
Shaky with embarrassed thoughts and heavy dreams
Many vital tricks were shown and words were said
I guess your soul be tak’n away by the pure stream
You look into the lookin’ glass
You know you can only fuss
Nothing more
Yesterday you knocked
At that door
You know what you know
You bear in your mind
And it was only yesterday
You cannot find yourself
‘coz it’s today/
L L feb 2002
© Copyright: Архилич, 2006
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