May 9th, 2003


Вот это да.


bold as a flute blushing from kisses
still the canary won't sing to the moths
only the corporal off to his finish
silently sews crosses to O's

why won't you sleep my girl
child with sweet paprika red curls
slender spokes entwined are spinning
into the night to keep you warm

where the brigade left for the forest
cross which yours truly never did course
the fresh-faced flute of armies parading
strikes up again the old vienna waltz

someplace amnesic and slightly uneasy
song about suzy back home slowly trailed
and how they froze all in the last oval
mourning marble slippery tale

lay o my lullaby melody flow
fly as the slight maestro's baton
may you dream of the vessel abandoned
china white yellow home

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Оригинал тут.