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Mr. Bukowski, what is love?
It's something like a fog in the morning when you wake up long before dawn, it disappears quickly and so does the feeling burn out
Really?
I'm convinced
And feelings burn out?
Yes, very quickly



I wake up at eight
And I know
With whom in the evening in bed?
I'm falling asleep
I miss you so much
All day
Very
It's like it's breaking

And while I'm making my coffee
And things to do
Constantly
In my head
Pictures
Office, blocking
Past novels

We descend into the subway smoothly
From the eighth floor
I remember every frame
How are you
Lying on my lap

And complained about love

But you didn't take me home

It seems like you didn’t live alone

She told me to make a wish

Look how the bridges are raised

And how far does this region stretch?

All dreams come true, do you believe?

She looked into my eyes and drew

On the lips like watercolors

You gave me hope

Don't remain a shadow

Her hands warmed me in this cold
How the foam didn't warm you up

And I'm going because I know I need it
Needed without a doubt

Something is collapsing, but in her apartment

Warm dinner
And I don't care about their opinion



Love come with spring
Leave the number in my address book
I want to wet my custom and jersey
While we kiss her in the rain
Love come with spring
Don't leave me alone with sadness
I want to hold hands again
And don’t let her go to this night city

Who has love, who has flowers
Who studies from eight to six?
Of course I remember all these meetings
But now they are far away, and this evening
I would like to be alone
But sometimes I remember those days

Hello


I say hi, but there’s silence on the phone again.

There is a limp bouquet on the window, darkness outside

How many troubles did you cause, how much did you take away, yeah

She said she wasn't a bitch but she lied

She came, but then left for someone else

Like a fool at your house

Yes, you all know this

How else can you not live a day without pain?

Her number is in the phone again

A lot of unwatched stories, I'm canceling a lot of things

Hoping to drink coffee again

And on my T-shirt I still remember her smell

But who am I against her background?

And now the main thing is that everything is normal
The microphone does not make noise, and the throat does not hurt
I can read something, and I believe we’ll soon shoot like a bullet
While someone is kissing you, I'm fucking someone else

Love come with spring

Leave the number in my address book

I want to wet my custom and jersey

While we kiss her in the rain

Love come with spring

Don't leave me alone with sadness

I want to hold hands again

And don’t let her go to this night city

Love come with spring

Leave the number in my address book

I want to wet my custom and jersey

While we kiss her in the rain

Love come with spring

Don't leave me alone with sadness

I want to hold hands again

And don’t let her go to this night city

Love is just a fog that dissipates with the first ray of reality