Secret Life
What a joke, to live in the foreign land
Can’t go from here, and I can’t stay
Still I can enjoy to a great extent
Little wonders of this beautiful day
Beneath the lilac trees in full bloom
I sit near home on the bench, idly gazing
At the sunlit lilacs, inhaling their perfume
Oh the bittersweet note feels amazing
How exciting that moments of peace still come!
What a thrill to get some contraband sun!
I can beat an imaginary snare drum
Without efforts required for the real one
I’ve a loophole to slip into secret life
In your pleasant country or anywhere else
I won’t make any kind of political strife
Won’t throw my coins in the wishing wells
I’ve got a shopping bag at my foot
In a moment I’ll get up and go upstairs
Maybe I haven’t done the best I could
Do it better, and let me know if you care.
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