I can't hear that song anymore,
You sang in your waves,
Please tell, whats the story of them big puppys .....
There is no wireless receiver in my town.
Even today you walk in the deep forest,
I don't, I find myself,
Despite the weight of age,
Waking up at night to write a poem of his own,
You are not awake in that great youth.
You can't find me,
The neon of the night light is not awake,
Can't find me in your town,
The torch doesn't light there,
Unsatisfied eyes,
How to write in this addressless city,
The postman of dreams is not alive today.
You can't find my address,
The mailbox is not open today,
In the depths of darkness there is a glimmer of light,
No one will touch your cheek,
How can you find me
The torch of light does not burn in your city.
I don't get lost in the lamppost,
In the abyss of submerged light,
Nicotine wash mixed with dark night,
Khujina you called intoxication,
How can you find me
Your shadow is not bound by the illusion of darkness.
Mitali with my night owl,
I spend the night waiting for me,
Love wrapped in white paper,
And you didn't smell gunpowder,
How can you find me
Sleeping is my sleepless city.
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