You dwelt at the hostel.
Once, it got burned.
I rose by the rope-line
And brought you out of fire.
You thanked me with a smile
And even took my hand.
It was so warm and tender,
We went along the street.
You spoke to me until we met
Your rich Asian paramour...
You said: 'It's my groom'
stepping aside.
Then we all together
sat at the cafe.
He said to me: 'Thanks,
but we need to seclude,
I've missed her so much,
we'll have to go off...
You both stood up, holding hands -
A blonde with an Asian paramour...
Asian paramour
© Copyright: Вадик Колесников, 2012
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