There’s only a day in a week
When I’m happy,
When I’m slowly walking along these streets,
When bright clouds are floating with northern wind
And a smile on your lips smells like green tea.
Even deep under black sea I can’t find a rest for my bones
And seagulls sing sad sad songs about dead ships,
But faraway, the sun’s rising up and shining on a diamond
In a ring of life,
In a ring of ancient fire,
In a ring of time.
Saturday,
Saturday,
My true love.
Saturn Day
© Copyright: Александр Шагивалеев, 2008
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Only a day a week?
O, my darling!
are you sick?
Poor thing, unhappy, mate!
will be soon!Three days you wait!
Sorry!It's joke!
I liked all of your poems in English
Косая 06.08.2008 01:05 • Заявить о нарушении
O, my darling!
are you sick?
Poor thing, unhappy, mate!
will be soon!Three days you wait!
Sorry!It's joke!
I liked all of your poems in English
Косая 06.08.2008 01:05 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, but be careful with mystic things and jokes:))
Александр Шагивалеев 06.08.2008 22:02 Заявить о нарушении
Александр Шагивалеев 06.08.2008 22:02 Заявить о нарушении
На это произведение написаны 3 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.
