My walls are not only hearing
When you don’t hear they can sing
My room’s alive no doubt it’s living
I’m just trying to co-exist
And the half of the day through
In the nature of my room
I make love to my girl
And she makes to me too
It helps forget my sorrow
Well, I’ve got a lot to do-
I can’t leave it for tomorrow.
I'll travell along the carpet
I'll find a lot of things
And my sky is only window
My bed’s a dragon with a couple of wings.
the room
© Copyright: Сергей Идиотов, 2011
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