Apvij Rokas | Shipsi | May 24, 2012
Wrap your arms around my neck, listen — my pulse is racing.
Don’t speak now, the words will be as awkward as stones.
Warm yourself at my lips a moment longer and then — time to go.
On the island of night snow crunches like dried flowers.
Stumbling through the white blizzard, my pulse gasps breathless.
My road slinks through and around your life.
My road slinks through and around your life.
A curly-haired gypsy shuffles the cards, laughing —
Put down a ruble, love, and I’ll tell you her name.
Stumbling through the white blizzard, my pulse gasps breathless.
My road slinks through and around your life.
My road slinks through and around your life.
