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Dim bulbs light
Acrid smoke cigarettes
And someone fell asleep again in your arms ...
Rain outside the window again ,
Outside the window the moonlight
And the arrows shown on five hours of vintage ...
Someone's leather coat ,
Someone Else's shoes in the corner ,
Stick my eyes , I can not take it ...
Drops knock on the glass ,
The ground water flows ,
Washing away the dirt and traces of the day ...
Traces of yesterday's guests
Traces of wild ideas ,
Traces of those days and nights where you wait and you remember me ...
Recently , a long time may be ,
Naive, or maybe not ,
But still want to sleep and no more cigarettes ...
What is happening now ,
On the reverse side of your eyes ,
On the reverse side of your thoughts about tomorrow ...
All that was yesterday, all that concerns us,
Maybe you remember now and come back to me .
Soon the sun will rise ,
Becomes warmer around
And, if you write a letter ,
I answer , my friend ...