I took a promise from this ashtray
You won’t forget me for some time;
When smoking room becomes a halfway,
I will come back and give you more…
No, I don’t have a certain answer
For never-ending question why;
When pictures of your face start fading,
I will come back and ask the ashtray for some more…
When make-up looses all the colours
And kisses follow smooth like wine,
I’ll take a promise from your ashtray –
You will come back and beg for more…
Ar sitos eiles kam nors adresuotos?
ReplyDeleteNors gal per daug asmeniskas klausimas, gali neatsakyt.. :)
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Ir kodel gi as nujauciau, kad to paklausi...? :)) Is esmes tai niekam konkreciai kol kas bent jau :) gal ateityje kas nors ji savo reikmems panaudos ;))
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