SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Monday, September 1, 2008

"Moon over Arbat"

The moon over Arbat is my moon too
We talk on our cities, we're both gone too soon
The moon over Arbat is my moon too
The cigarettes smoked, the beauty we knew

The moon over Arbat has numbered my nights
Just like my songs in the sink of your eyes
The moon over Arbat is heartless and cruel
Watch out dear lady, you walk with a fool

The moon over Arbat has chosen my ways
I feel like a poet who’s nothing to say
The moon over Arbat is laughing, aware
That there's no one for no one to love or to care

The moon over Arbat is sleeping with me
All you can do is to hold me and leave
The moon over Arbat knows lovers will part
So humor me please, before you break my heart

The moon over Arbat now sleeps in your lap
The winter's so cold and your heart needs a map
The moon over Arbat has murdered my love
Someone belonged here but I’ve let her go

The moon over Arbat is sailing us down
Strangers and angels, the night city crown
Moon over Arbat, an average stone
Nobody stays here, in nobody's home

The moon over Arbat continues to play
Songs in the lamplight, I like it that way
Moon over Arbat is my moon too
The loves we all shared, the pain we've been through