Glass of vodka

Night had walked on the street
Stepping like supermodel,
Prime of numbers and a speech
Near heavenliked bridge
Scattered feathers very well.

Anybody don't forget
Lips highdays and eye insults.
Capture me under your heel
This fine curve somebody's kneel
Wish to kiss at last attempt.

Only glass of vodka on the table,
Wind is crying on the street,
Little painful are for me such no discreet
Such young moon on both her feet screams.

It's not easy to return
You to sails of birds and winds,
Hardly even do surprise
Hardly even recognize
You among such many skirts.

Let my eyes keep silence for
Let my mouth make look on moon
If somebody catchs it's sight
He'll run fast with all his might
I don't know why he too.

Only glass of vodka on the table,
Wind is crying on the street,
Little painful are for me such no discreet
Such young moon on both her feet screams.

Little painful are for me such no discreet
Such young moon on both her feet screams.

(c) Softwarer,
август 2017