Cold icicles sank into the late cherries,
and the brown shadow swing intertwined branches,
in the silence of the roar, the bark cracks,
and trembling hand holds the canopy crown.
Restless curls kiss the evening glass
and lips softly, caressing salty raindrop.
'Do not go, stay',
from the wooden balcony calls the note from the guitar.
and the brown shadow swing intertwined branches,
in the silence of the roar, the bark cracks,
and trembling hand holds the canopy crown.
Restless curls kiss the evening glass
and lips softly, caressing salty raindrop.
'Do not go, stay',
from the wooden balcony calls the note from the guitar.
