Old love of mine that once escaped from me so easy
Is lying there as if no one has touched her ever.
Before all shows and porno films that make us dizzy
Once we just dreamed of love that would be young forever.
Sweet violins play no more inside my inner cynic.
You know I’m not ok, my actions leave no traces.
Life filled with covers and remakes is like a gimmick.
So, let us find in it a room for sweet embraces.
You know I wouldn't sing to you what may still happen,
The prophets are all dead. The prophecies are over,
I see the spaceships fly across the place called Heaven,
And I felt suddenly that here I’m just a rover.
Remote control… remote view…
You’re happy there, here I’m blue.
You wear your summer dress,
I'm tight in life’s hard ware.
Remote control… remote view…
I long to live my life for you.
I don’t need anything
Without your love and care.
The Old Love
© Copyright: Андрей Вик Макаренко, 2024
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