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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По Пояс В Небе
Передо мной снежные пустыни И облака мне, падая на грудь, Издалека плывут на белых крыльях, Я обнимаю эту тишину. Прощай, печаль, однажды утром зимним Я не вернусь, но я не пропаду. Припев: Стою в снегу, в снегу
Hey Tonight
Hey, tonight, Gonna be tonight. Don't you know I'm flyin' Tonight, tonight? Hey, c'mon, Gonna chase tomorrow Tonight, tonight. Gonna get it to the rafters; Watch me now. Jody's gonna get religion All night long. Hey, c'mon, Gonna hear the sun Tonight, tonight. Gonna
An Occasional Dream
I recall how we lived On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of the Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows
Die Farbe Grau
Der Urteilsspruch des Richters ist gnadenlos gefallen, vierzehn lange Jahre schickt man dich in Haft. Drau?en dreht sich die Welt und sie fragt nicht mal nach dir, alles was dich von ihr trennt
That’s What You Get
On the way tome I thought better stop before it closes And get some, pretty things for a pretty tiling Here I come through the door, bringm' you more roses Whatever else you