trebuie sa scriu o poezie despre o turcoaica acum

[ola small dickie]

Trebuie sa scriu o poezie despre o turcoaica acum

[ola small dickie]

Dupa ce ai coborat,
Birce, Turcoaico frumoasa,
in dimineata aia
Din bolt
Soferul sarb m a felicitat
Ca am razbunat o istorie cu imperiul otoman
Dar cred ca soferul sarb a gresit istoria
Birce, turcoaico, tu ai razbunat istoria mea

Coincidenta dracului, in timp ce incercam sa scriu versuri despre tine
Fix acum noaptea in timp ce lucrezi la shaormerie imi trimiti versurile cantaretului tau preferat:

I hide you like an oyster hides its precious pearl...
I protect you like a spring branch protects its delicate buds...
So deep...
Your hands are deep in me...
Like a gift from God to me...
Your golden eyelashes in the winter sun...
I loved you so much...
I loved you so much...
Maybe it's hard to understand my silence...
I loved you so much...
I loved you so much...
You read the words from my eyes...

Birce, birce.....ce mi faci tu
Sa mi trimiti versuri noaptea de la shaormerie
Asta e poezie

[ola small dickie]