Little world
Maria Khamzina
Small world, snow falls, then – the hell…
Stand up, smile, you know, all the fuss.
A small the world, a mirror, night. In private…
Scary – so, in the slit of the pupil – cold coins.
It will pass, little world, eternal life…
Stand up, finally know the word "stay"!
Well, repeat, wipe your eyes, come out into the light,
It's a small world, but it doesn't seem to exist.
It's winter, girl, yeah. It's winter…
Such a climate, cold and snow, I know.
Right to lie, fur and silk, all good.
Powder on the nose, the shadows – the light, honey and champagne cocktail.
Mirror, night...Tile. Water. Bath salts
Wounds presepi, arise, and go, crank up the crane.
Long time guests eat bread, pouring wine,
Mantra for those who are lonely -" I don't care»…
Small world, snow falls, then – the hell…
All the fuss, girl, believe, all the fuss is about.
