Well, you know, we are guests on the planet
And it's pointless to argue a bit
For the party where I first time met you
Is impossible ever repeat.
O, my God, I'm so glad that our meeting
Was as sparkling as fire so warm
I could hear my excited heart beating
Doesn't matter there was raging storm.
We're like kids can be cruel and partly blind
Going off even having no aim,
Giving somebody pieces of our mind
Just to keep ourselves in the game.
Yes, I know, our guests are so tired,
Clinking glasses and smoking around,
And I do understand why they're trying
To escape from this boring playground.
But we still have some time for thanksgiving
And we need not to hurry at all.
What we have we can't call our living
Only love can be called human's goal.
Guests
© Copyright: Анатолий Зайцевский, 2009
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