Eight Line Poem

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

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Коли настане вечір - Я, мимоволі, до вікна Твого прийду... Ти дивишся на зорі І слухаєш пісню неба - Там звучить наш блюз: Наш старий блюз, Наш давній блюз Ти знову чуєш: Гудбай, май бейбі, Соу, гудбай... Гудбай... Нам темна ніч дарує Чарівні

I almost said the words last night I told myself the moment wasn't right No one wants to be the one who says it first But I been keeping it inside, a secret

Ты была не той, была совсем другой Право выбора оставив за собой Зачем у Бога о Любви просить Чтоб потом её бездарно так разбить Слёзы - это ложь Как кратковременный дождь Правды нет, - одна вода Как

Well I wouldn't buy no merchandise And I wouldn't go to war And I mixed with other colours But the nurse doesn't care And I hide under blankets Or did I run away I really can't

He'd get home at five-thirty Fix a drink and sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair At night he'd sit alone and smoke I'd