07.06.2020
You and Me
Don't drink, the first sip will poison youLook at the wine poured into my glass
Lays me on hands every night,
Sadly kisses my forehead every morning
You, spring at the age of twenty in which
The wind of joy blows in your shadow.
Every crease on my thinking forehead
It's like winter without spring
Horizons shout for you 'Come!'
Screaming with flowers in their hands
Life calls you in a high voice,
And me the land that you trampled and passed...