When I walk in the rain and without the fear
Of developing colds in the breeze I get drunk,
On the bridge of the rainbow I see you appear,
My guardian angel being dressed as a punk.
I may have had some vodka or fallen in love,
Unrequited or promising chunks of delight...
My guardian angel will smile from above,
My guard on the rainbow will keep me allright.
When you walk in the rain, stay without the fear;
Getting sober or drunk, you just see yours appear.
Guardian Angel
© Copyright: Михаил Сиверский, 2009
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