I eat the Sun, and put the Moon into my pocket
I smoke my cigarette on a crippled
Concrete terrace
My hat lands right on my head
The wind blows it up
The square is full of pigeons
And old ladies throwing breadcrumbs
I look at your lips, your lipstick is like
Something
That spring is coming out, you know
The one from last year
When I and the woman and
How I like it
Can my palms be sore from caressing?
We are getting there, baby, you know
That's the place
The right things make you happy
But boring;
Sunsets are tacky, but
Always beautiful
And bеautiful is somehow
Always a little sad
Put out your hand to feel
What it's like whеn the bird
Is so high that the landscape fits in its beak
You like the flower, and I just the thorn
Don't say to me; sorry, that's what love's like!
That's what love is like!