Sunny and Lola
In that wonderful story – barbaric and funny...
By the bar, with a grace of the bear, he purchased me vodka-
“What’s your name? Is it Lola? Please, call me just Sunny.”
And the vodka was bitter, and the music was loud
And his shirt was the color of arterial blood,
In monotonous chaos, I heard only sound of his voice:
“Dance with me. After us, only flood.”
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