Darkness is all curtained here
And silence, as at the bottom ...
Your Majesty the woman,
How did you decide to me?
The lack of electricity here,
From the roof of the oozing water.
The woman, your majesty,
How did you decide to come here?
Oh, your arrival is like a conflagration.
Smoky, and it's hard to breathe ...
But come in, please.
Why stand on the threshold?
Who are you? Where are you from?!
Ah, I'm a funny person ...
You just got the wrong door,
Street, city and century.
Bulat Okudzhava
by Leroy Neiman paintings for sale
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