The Night Is Time For Thinking Poem by Vadim Artamonov

Night is a time for thinking
A night for thinking
I can't get no sleep
Can't sleep. Good thing there's no whiskey.
I can became an alcoholic. My gray temples
I put my hands around them. I have a headache.
I can't sleep I think of me, of you.
I think of you and me. It's easier this way.
I think it's better. It's more fun.
The night you're not there.
Tomorrow will be another day
The night will pass and the day will come
Where we're together, where we're with you