Опубликовано: 25 июн. 2014 г.
I took my earphones off and listened to the wind.
Through open doors of the empty train.
The wind told me a horrible secret: we just have one day left.
Chorus: You’ve got AIDS – and it means, we will die.
We are going to swallow pills at the hospital.
Won’t think about tomorrow, won’t watch TV.
Look for a “far far away land” on the map. Maybe we are lucky and will get the visas.
Didn’t cover the debts..
See you later, mama – the neighbour’s got the keys.
I was blowing on my eye-lids until they cooled down.
The weepping willows cried and and left marks..
A-ha. You, lazy, didn’t read in the newspaper that:
You’ve got AIDS and we are far away.