Lonely jazz. You`re biting fingers,
Hiding from your stars.
Streets are full with bells of tinkers,
Town has bleeding scars.
Sax and bass are getting Misty,
Buskers have their dreams.
Streets are full with silent sisters,
Town is fighting screams.
Patience, doctors! We are many,
Each of us in pain.
Not much hearts are left, if any,
Monstrous, dumb, insane.
Sing me lullaby, a beggar,
Never let me sleep.
None of us is getting better,
Fears are far too deep.
Bring me memories of Alice –
Wonderland is far,
Cheap and dirty story-sellers
Stealing every star,
Jazzy, dizzy atmosphere,
Sogni all around.
Never let your tiny tear
Make a splashing sound.
Street Jazz Lullaby
© Copyright: Крылатая Нотка, 2011
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