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Where the streets and
squares
Pseudo-classicistic
In the gates of the small
tenements
You left something
The familiar clink of
glass rings in your ears
Oh those ancient merry
moments
But don't seek the old
swoosh of thoughts
You'd better get your feet
firmly fixed on the ground
To save sanity
Don't seek the old swoosh
of thoughts again
For when you find it
It will knock you down
And press your head against
the ground
That swoosh
You left your youth here
Amongst these lakes and
forests
What an awful awful loss
Your wasted time
You left your youth here
On these shelves with
books and tapes
Don't rewind the tape
anymore
You'd better
Fast forward
With us
The familiar clink of
glass will ring in your ears again
In these new merry moments
Just don't seek the old
swoosh of thoughts
You'd better get your feet
firmly fixed on the ground
To save sanity
Don't seek the old swoosh
of thoughts again
For when you find it
It will knock you down
And press your head against
the ground
That swoosh
*
Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time
Many's the tree leaf are
still green
Healthy's the root and
trunk
Each year is like a crammed
suitcase
Seasons bottomless
compartments
How with this luggage
through the crowd on the platform
To reach the carriage
Before it's full
Only the strongest will
get in
I'm weak at the knees
And out of breath
Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time
Many's the tree leaf are
still green
Healthy's the root and
trunk
Those with free hands are
already on the train
After having jostled their
way through easily
They'd got rid of any
superfluous memories
Bags of unnecessary dreams
And sensitivities dangerous
So perhaps it's time I
repeated the same pattern
Emptied my head and banged
it against the wall
Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time
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