He's gone again
With choosing of his path,
And shut the door too loud for the neighbor.
The water's dropping calmly in a bath,
The ash from "Kool" is fallin' in his favor.
The steps... His steps...
They're flying to the sky.
She's looking at the photo in the corner,
Dividing her white hat from his black tie
And cut the part of hers for noone's owner.
When, why and where the dreams are leaving you,
The fairy dreams about matchless princes?
They're going to the ordinary queue,
Into the strong embraces of the stillness.
Your pillow has been wet from endless tears,
Your window has been dimed from twilight sorrow.
Who cares your dreams, your past and silly fears?
Who knows about something for tomorrow?..
When The Dreams Are Leaving You
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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