Almas Assylbekov Poems

My golden autumn, drippy time...
It cries like a woman that's not mine.
It lies me that I will find
my love in a rainy time.
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My father drank a lot.
He lost his job,
his country, his belief and hope.
Though many years passed,
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I haven’t seen your shores
And touched your surface.
You’re still on the maps, as though
You’re the last drop on a face…
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How many songs unwritten yet?
How many, tell me cuckoo…
Just say.
Where I should go, where I have to stay...
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Everyone has their own cup,
Each of which could be filled up,
If not to keep it broken, not to hide
While it's raining outside.
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Oh, my guitar, play all your strings.
And ring, my bells, just ring.
A love story that I'm gonna sing
Is about a jester and a queen.
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I ain't British.
But if I were...
So, would I care
about the nation's future way -
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to live in your head...
and to love you so much
going mad every night.
to live in your head...
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You've always told me I'm surly,
too hoity-toity for all your friends
and make you down. I'm not worthy
of being with you. No happy ends.
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Rain... It's raining again;
tears of soul,
a song in my heart.
Day passes by day...
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