Sit down with that man face to face, when I won't be there anymore. Burn my boots and my coat in the fireplace, make space for yourselves... But cheat me gently with a smile, a word, a gesture, as long as I'm there, as long as I'm there ... Break up the bread with that man, when I won't be there anymore, buy curtains, a lamp, and a table, make space for yourselves... But entertain me sadly with a smile, a word, a gesture, as long as I'm there, as long as I'm there ... Swim upstream with that man, when I won't be there anymore, find a clearing, a slim pine, and the bank, make space for yourselves... And remember me gratefully, that you dreamt me so rarely, but I was, though, but I was, though ...
@silence424
6 ай бұрын
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