WHERE ARE YOU LOVE?
How boring it is on a lonely day
to run around tired, world-weary.
Cars are storming past you.
Dogs are barking, your head's hurting.
The stress piles up, monstrously wild.
Even serves me coffee without a verse.
What kind of idea is swirling in the head?
Donuts warm, we ate muffins too.
Fresh milk with Viennese delight.
Memories childish. What a surprise.
A mall has blossomed on the old street.
As in the church - a powerful schism.
I'm being watched by various two-faced "gavazi".
They talk to me words highly obscene.
I will wait with trepidation for a new sunrise.
Where are you, where are you, where are you, love?
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