When music starts, when friends are near
There’s nothing better to be here:
The burst of feelings, waves of the sea,
Warm night in marriage with the glee!
The moon is whistling white-light song,
The sky in stars is wrapped and worn,
And nothing is required more,
Just grass-and-flowers-grounded floor!
The story’s written by historian,
Old lyrics are proclaimed by Dorian,
And singing’s heard both close and far,
My friend is playing the guitar!
The mix of songs, hotchpotch of countries
And dreams that sleep in cosy buggies,
The sauce of languages and styles
Give birth to never ending smiles.
The ground is scene, the moon is floodlight,
Performer’s always in the eyesight,
No drums, no ads, no pianos, hors,
Just friends, guitar and well-known songs.
Summer Concert
© Copyright: Татьяна Таша, 2012
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