Leaves are falling down
Autumn is here again
You‘re like a clumsy clown
Like a bottle of wine which is bad
You‘re watching your own dream
Tasting the shadow of hope
You‘re drinking a toxic beer
You‘re waiting for the day of a rope
You‘ve got nothing at all
Neither a hat nor gloves
And you‘re not so small
To scream out:”In God we trust”
You‘ve missed your amazing world
You‘ve missed, I’m sorry,that‘s true
You‘re as salty as sperm
You‘re for those who lose
For those who lose their way
Who‘re ready for a constant dose
Man! Pass me the port
Together it better goes
We‘ve got nothing ahead
In the past the same thing is
Look!A glass of death
Has become as sweet as we breathe.
Autumn
© Copyright: Константин Завьялов, 2009
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