Stars in the sky are running
To the show that has just begun.
I'm sure the performance will be stunning
In the light of my drunken sun.
Lay the cushions, draw the curtain,
Hide yourself in a dark room.
When your glance becomes uncertain,
All the world will be in bloom.
So we'll go on a car ride,
Will turn over in a ditch,
Will transform a sedan into a cabriolet –
So poor into so rich.
But tomorrow we'll wake up sober.
A normal life will have just begun.
Come over glad that all is over,
That there is no our drunken sun.
My drunken sun
© Copyright: Даниил Моровов, 2018
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