When the night is coming
You're tryin' to escape.
Only wind trough the window is blowin'
And you rememberin' her shape.
The cigarette smoke disappears in the air
You're seein' black stones, dark walls.
You remember how you were touchin' her hair.
And now you have noticed her ghost.
Just try to forget her
I know, that's impossible
That's no use who you were,
But you have with it troubles.
Just live in a wild
You're fast get tired.
Just play in a rules
You have nothing to choose
I can t forget ya
© Copyright: Зуев Алексей Константинович, 2020
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