Эдуард Шилец - Южная история
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In a cafe at a table together
The plot is beaten and not new
Words and thoughts have nothing
We are barely familiar
Are our shores close
Clutched by the warm sea
Accident is il fate
We will find out soon
The shadows flicker in the gloom
With a shade of light embarrassment
Walking in your neckline
My imagination

Warm evening
And in the sky stars
It is visible in the eyes
What will help us
To disperse sadness
Everything in your hands
Number for two
Tomorrow will be too late
We’ll fly away in the morning
In our cities
That's all moral
The smiles of your whiteness
From the words unnecessary relieves
Another glass of wine
It won't hurt us
From the cold of snowstorms away
My dream flew here
May there be a holiday that night
For the soul and body
In the north we will dream
That is forever covered with a mystery
And after years our novel
We will call random