Waiting at the station.
Standing all alone.
After dull vacation.
Hanging on the phone.
The last cup of coffee
Shattering my mind.
Can I get rid of her,
Goddess of our kind?
Northern sky above me,
River gently flows.
Northern winds surround me,
Knocking down my doors.
Can one be a winner
In this game of sin?
I would stay for dinner.
Isn't it a dream?
Northern sky above me,
River gently flows.
Northern winds surround me,
Knocking down my doors.
Finally train takes me
To the depth of night.
Hope the pills will help me.
Vanish from her sight...
Vanished
© Copyright: Иван Кунташов, 2014
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