The hay here is golden, the summer is high.
I bet the rain is humble and dry.
I’ll find us mad in the hot of July.
The dark old country is waving goodbye.
The horse and valleys are something you need.
Green grass and moon shade are laid at your feet.
I bet you never get rid of your jeans.
Ain’t this the worst of all possible sins?
I look for the autumn, but leaves are not red.
I wait for the dawn, but the sky is so sad.
I thought we were having a little love fest.
I’m playing dark country for you at my best.
Night fogs and whispers are all in my room.
I wait for your carriage to go to the moon.
A little of a cowboy, a little of a prince,
So, here’s my present that you wouldn’t miss -
I’ll play dark country for you in the end.
If someone is singing, it’s me in the stands.
If someone is crazy, it’s me and July.
A glimpse of the autumn in marmalade skies.
Dark country
© Copyright: Дарья Немчинова, 2024
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