The wind this winter, Feels a little colder than the last, And the blankets feel like sheets of ice, Maybe because baba is not around No, he is not out of the town He is somewhere too far beyond the horizon.
You have to walk in your own shoes if you must reach your destination. Following someone else's footsteps is different from walking in someone else's shoes.
The grass is not greener on the other side They are all just the same. Your day is just a little gloomy today Hold on, tomorrow it will be bright again.
I guess autumn is the season of love, it keeps reminding me of you. The trees like beautiful whores sometimes slowly or sometimes in too much haste getting stripped down by the wind. With all the clothes falling down, lying completely unattended stand with bare skin and naked silhouettes and with hands outstretched wanting to be groped. While I, just like any other passer-by on the street just walk away.
The birds out there who you hear chirping just before the sun breaks out are the ones that make love in the dark of the dawn. And the dews too Thus melt with shy.