Drugi Nacin
1975
Night without sleep
world, the sky is light
Cry our heat
which comes out from under the earth

Moon zut
she caresses her way
while in my palm
she is jumping


 

I'm shivering from everyone
and her hair
toys are weaved

Starry cheese
doing body feasts
we are in love
passion draws us into her vir

Burning air, crying and sobbing
and my tears on my palms are soft
the air echoes

In the air, just echoing
only in the air
echo

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