In the sunset autumn is attacking on the key...
Park was swaggering in yellow like an old dapper gay..
On the corner of "Main" and "Danube" streets she set her foot in my chambers.......
She was Trembling like celebration candle....Shadow with her eyes...
....And she was a flower.... But, that's yestrday news...
We're all masters of the World with ours 26...
Our town was her personal atelier
She was shooting a "big movie" in her head...
...And she was one of the three wishes that i ever had...
For the others she was imagining sweet collections, some beautifull visions in her mind..
decorations...in warm and gentle colours..
And me... I was cowed resigning in front of my life...and unbuttoned too...
Just like in front of execution line in a dawn...
And i'm scared... Unchanged...While the bullet is slowly heading to me..
But i'm competing with my destiny...I'm hugging her..
Like two drunk jesters...
I know,.. muddy medals shining on my coat.....
Tell me something about pathetic..
You think that your ideals are miserable little heretics for me...?
Tell me something about it.... or better not...?