This country is so expensive, my love,
I spent all my silver, and gold and honey.
And so you'd wonder - what is it I got?
A jar of aged tears, a pocket tsunami,
A pair of old and broken wings,
A wisdom from infant and smile from beggar,
I purchased the silence of crowded streets,
Along with the moonlight -
They sold them together.
And all of this would be a present for you.
This country...
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2007
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