guests
Gently touch the fingers of the cascade of hair , Em - C - G - D
The bell rang , he smiles and she . H7 - Em - C - D
Come . Would you like some tea? Ok , no question -
I am the landlord , which adopted them .
Old dog will beg for food and circling his feet , G - D - Hm - Em
I'm for them - the interior complement their own dreams. C - G - H7 - Em
I am not old and not scary, but , God, I'm alone !
A train to Peter further 48 hours.
Smiling street , autumn live in yards ,
Old Town, as before, with hunting welcomes guests .
God smiles . They look into each other's eyes -
Defenseless funny and beautiful in its simplicity.
And I 'll pretend that I live and write as always,
And forever is not confess them that learned today :
I was born and lived , that they looked here ,
While they beckon home Leningrad station .
Their clothes and books everywhere, and nowhere to sit down,
I throw things , smile , and drink tea with them ,
And they look so much like a fairy tale , but it's still there ,
Very soon, all will be familiar to train an hour .
I'll always be glad to come , of course, in the spring !
And it gets dark in the eyes , and dust empty interior .
Regretting goodbye , love looked to me.
I'll disappear as soon as the door slammed shut behind them
Cat Sasha , 14.11.2005
