The wind will throw you all around
The continent, making you drown
In oceans, rivers, seas and lakes
Of passion, sadness, love, mistakes.
The land will shake under my feet,
The bus will shake with all its seats,
While I take pictures on my way
To joy and Sun's warm, shining rays.
The fire burning all around
This lonely, weird old-fashioned town
Will get us warm just for a while,
It's hot as if we're by the Nile.
Leave me alone! I am aware
That we are breathing the same air,
But love is restless, hard and wrong.
That's why I'm writing all these songs.
All these songs
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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