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The Fog was covering everything, The Fog was grey that night, That night the Fog looked as a milk, Spilled under moony light… Concealing fog into dark night And into asleep birds’ flock, Was reading novel to the sky For Moon, that loved Fog… That night the fog was covering sleeping town, And we were quiet like Moon and stars above, That night, I guess, he had to come here down To try again to get back a lost love… The Fog was lifting to the sky, The Fog embraced the Moon, The Fog was whispering on the fly That he will leave her soon… The Moon was answering to him: “Love’s weak as candle flame… Harsh words could blow it like dove’s wings And she could die away…” That night the fog was covering sleeping town, And we were quiet like moon and stars above, That night, I guess, he had to come here down To try again to get back a lost love… Both: Moon and Fog were lighting land So, nothing could be seen… Suddenly, you embraced me with your hand Furtively look at me… I told you what I had to say: - Forgive me for harsh words… When I told you: “I’ll go away!” With you I was so wrong! That night the fog was covering sleeping town, And we were quiet like moon and stars above, That night, I guess, he had to come here down To try again to get back a lost love… 23.03.2003 |
