Lady Midnight

Rookie (Poland)

El Puentes

He was like a cloud, so far, faraway
And she was a dropp of a rain
Condensing, a silent, unsafe in the crystal air.
She said to him: besame, besame mucho
Until I’ll disappear.

He didn’t hear her
Imprisoned so high and so long
Now flying slowly, above the fields of gold.

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