My head behind – and I will drink a lot,
I wish you’re sitting somewhere calm and smoking..
We had a bank – for men and women broken,
We had a tree – the only common spot.
You told me tales – I was describing feelings.
We had our dates without putting dots,
We had our cigarettes and coffee – thousands of sorts,
We always shared thoughts. But never – willings.
It came through years - it was the brightest friendship!
It managed to survive in spite of ways and roads
And lives in memoirs now - about moscow-notes,
About reading the Esquire on railway station..
My dreams – come true. I have my gorgeous living!
For all I have I’m thankful to the fate –
The time I had and have is really great,
And never, any sadness spoil my healthy breathing.
between two towns
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