Angelical
Lord, pass me the chalice again,
the wine that turns into pure alcohol at night,
maybe in the morning I'll be able to read at the bottom
about how I have some angelical mail
in the mailbox
and this sadnes will roll down into one tear,
I'll read about how the tear gets absorbed, and then it feels sorry,
how after the first sunlight we'll breathe free
and a comet will aim towards Bethelem
Meanwhile
I count the sky
the points of
light I'll never reach
I love you
and then I fall asleep and get up
and then tu-tu-tu-tu…
Pass me, pass me the chalice once again,
the wine that turns into pure alcohol at night, maybe pearls will glisten at the bottom
then I'll change the sad songs for happy ones
and then the sadness will roll into one poem,
the poem will be absorbed and it'll snow on the earth
and after the first sunlight and with the first nightfall
the comet will aim towards Letná
Meanwhile
I count the sky,
kisses I don't get
I love you
and then I fall asleep and get up
and then tu-tu-tu-tu…
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Maybe it will be added ...
How could he get there? :)
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Hmmm.:)
:D