I hid her, cherished,
Only stupidity can be seen I started,
She shone with a flashlight to everyone,
And now it's gone, where is the power?
Matches are damp
The coals are burned out
Happiness was close
And we didn't make it!
The matches burned out
It's chilly in this place
And the soloists sang:
"We will not be together!"
They sang, they tore,
They took a note with their throat,
poured paint,
The audience groaned!
The hall beat in delight,
Torches do not shine
The smoke from the match curled
Rogue devils mark!
I collected matches
Yes, everything burned out
Something I'm tired.
And the soloists? They sang!
The matches burned out
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2023
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