Молодое Beaujolais,
В горах старое chalet,
Пряный запах Рождества
И пожухлая листва...
And I'm wishing on a star,
My emagining is so far,
Like a bird in the sky
I'm so free and can fly...
So I'm seeing just two ways:
Be like friends now days
Or send everything to hell
To be together and feeling well
8/12/21 Moscow
#OC *JM