Do we return to the house left behind
The coin takes its flight and is carried away
I told him quite clearly — "Tschuess and goodbye!"
(Yet who leads him dancing?.. Who whispers a lie?!)
O, noble woman,
we walk to the gate
Still chewing Sonnenblumen,
with Gouda on fate
Seconds and minutes — you sit and endure
A stray little puppy on a chain, insecure
Bergstrasse, hills on heaven’s Highway
"Stolz bin i uff Schriese und soj gudir Woj!"
O, noble woman,
we walk to the gate
Still chewing Sonnenblumen,
with Gouda on fate!
A pale namesake of an old movie queen
Station lights glimmer with cold, distant sheen
The planets grow colder, their silence is set
Just four final coins for the last ticket yet.
Now chewing bread with a moldy Roquefort
So long, fair lady, we walk... out the door
Do we return to the house left behind
© Copyright: Сергей Зигле, 2025
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