I sit in the Cotton Bar "
Completely apolitical,
To what is happening in Zanzibar,
Infinitely indifferent.
Instead of oars - Pen Parker,
Instead of a boat - a bar,
Guitarist Dima, like a stalker,
Nor does he fuss dressing down.
Infinite stream of traffic
Outside, lights shining,
I can not wait for passport control,
For whom freedom is shining.
From Ceylon to Bali within reach,
With Sri Lanka in Australia next.
Infinitely blessed grace
I feel like before the parade.
With the first snow snowflake tear,
Fly through three oceans
And just for a moment, find myself
A branch of palm trees in the forest of Hindustan.
12.10.10g. Cotton bar.
With the first snow snowflake tear,
© Copyright: Игаль Иерусалимский, 2010
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