1. I've open up my lock, I've open up my door
And I've lost all my strength that I had before.
My lover crossed a doorstep and walked into my room,
She smiled to me and said hello and my heart went zoom.
2. My visitant was most, the most of wishful girls.
Her fervid vermail lips exited me on and on.
She vestured in high vesture and though our love is gone.
We met again and our love relumed like new sun.
3. Her blonde hair like the Sirene. Her eyes are sheen deep lakes,
Her teeth are pearls. She is got a pretty face.
She remained the nymph, yes, she remained the nymph
And like six years ago, oh, the maid remained the Lymph.
4. And when our eyes met I inly inarmed her.
Her lips were nectarine; it was the sweetest kiss of her.
We're drunk some glasses of wine and ate some kinds of food,
Got supper with the candles. Oh, we had a lovin' mood.
5. Oh my! She was so wishful. Her sight promised me might.
A night came over us and we got the might night.
Unexpected visitant, unexpected visitant.
Unexpected visitant, unexpected girl.
Стихи - 2 мая 1993 г. Москва
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