Loe raamatut: «Kind regards»

© Victoria Muzalevskaya, 2023

ISBN 978-5-4474-8199-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

For my close people.

Tes murs pour moi sont toujours bons.

(c). Paris

Paris

 
Paris, when treason follows treason,
You’re whist, to think of faithless of your walls have no reason.
You gleam in lights, I’ve just a scene,
Paris, where is my Seine?
 

Best team

 
And when last star leaves my room in the morning,
And people-cities follow sun to spring,
Sea wind is blowing,
Radio waves sing.
I have something for you to see —
It is my smile and cup of tea,
And all these hearts are on the wall —
I hang them everywhere in hall.
And on the table you put album.
It’s empty.
Let there be a home
That you imagine in your dream.
I think of you,
You’re my best team.
 

Lullaby

 
Baby, you go,
You’re passerby.
You never leave me —
Your lullaby.
I want believe you
And I want to cry.
Baby, you give me
Your Lullaby.
 
 
Baby, I follow
Day after day.
And I whist words
I have to say.
You can be my friend,
You can be a bay,
You didn’t answer
Me yesterday.