I think of you and listen to your music,
The day has gone, such crazy nervous day,
There was too much success, failure, confusing,
The game is on, and someone is to play.
The evening’s coming foolish mask to vanish,
My make-up’s melting, dropping in the grass,
A puppet-fool, whom master had to punish,
Forgotten is, and I’m enjoying jazz.
I think of you and listen to your music
© Copyright: Вика Егорова, 2009
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