Balcony Is Glassed,
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Balcony is glassed,
stands the tobacco smoke,
Voices you hear chime-
dispute cheerfully boils.
In the court - the October is,
King of the dead leaves,
I'm standing in negligee,
you do not argue with me,
newspaper I want to read,
watch news on a Tv set
pour me borscht please,
yoo argue all in vain.
now the night falls
On houses - the box
it's a communal night
dreams where you are alone.
you will open your eyes
And it is pitch black,
I don't need you to come,
Quickly go away.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş