by Hans Bulvai » Thu Aug 25, 2011 5:38 pm
Ah, Rita! What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds? Once upon a time Oh, the silence of dusk In the morning my moon migrated to a far place Towards those honey-colored eyes And the city swept away all the singers And Rita Between Rita and my eyes— A rifle
Ah, Rita Between us there are a million sparrows and images And many a rendezvous Fired at by a rifle Rita's name was a feast in my mouth Rita's body was a wedding in my blood And I was lost in Rita for two years And for two years she slept on my arm And we made promises Over the most beautiful of cups And we burned in the wine of our lips And we were born again
Now I'm far from home
Spending time alone
It's time to set my demons free
Been put to the test
My mind laid to rest
I'm on a psycho holiday