Рaradise in the...

On the pages of my life is written in red: Danger!
Do you think that you have read correctly? No, ser!
Here, the world's blind windows need to have patience.
Life, it's just the old hotel, with dirty accomodation.

I do not wake up to this morning and forget themselves in yesterday.
Ten black cats crossing the brazen my way. I will say Oh, Kay!
And sit along the road, looking at me. I feel like saying to them: scat!
What do you see it. Maybe you do not like my make-up?

I do not care about them. And until the cream to sour with their mistress.
Because my guy is not with me this morning. This is a terrible stress.
I do not like to be dependent on sound-tracks, which he loved.
Memory-a strange thing. Her dreams are repeated on his pillow, so soft.

Someone is very serious, perhaps to say: This is a great folly to love .
I'm much more important than their words that say, someone who above.
He decides, for morning coffee, whom we love, how long and how much
And so, when we love, we say: With a sweet- paradise in the hutch...