My blueberry star is still hanging alone
And my meteorites keep their old way
Just like all my bad dreams -
Make me wake up at home
As my home is all I can save
And there all the same things
And I hear the same swing
And the trumpeters keep playing on their trumps
And I feel some excuse for - where is the news? -
The old sounds, the old mics and preamps
Stepping aside where there’s nothing to hide
I see the knight of the dandelion is alive
With his hat and his sward and his slogan so short
That is written on his shield as a shrive
Gambling and mumbling and sharing his bread
By the fire with his wife and his friend
He knows where he was and yet there’s nothing is lost
And that his way is going up to the end.
The Knight of the Dandelion
© Copyright: Григорий Рейхтман, 2017
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