we are hurring for the bus to pick us up
but it doesn't come on time the hundreedth time
we remember it but evry day we're up
a couple minutes earlier than nine
our heels are clicking down the cobbled street
and the steam from coffee cup makes us awake
our music is a morning city beat
and our feet are taking us down to subway
Gazing through the window every day
and a steaming cup fog up the glass
just one thing can make you feel this way
crowded city pavements with no grass
When you are born in the city
Your soul belongs to its long streets
And your heart jumps when you see it
Because you know where all they lead
You sat on every sidewalk
And you know every subway line
And it has been a long talk
with the city of your life...
a tet-a-tet
© Copyright: Софья Волхонская, 2010
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