It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of,
It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,
But adores the bells on the horse-tram.

“A chestnut-haired childCheering up, wentand stood in his stall.And took the who…”

“On I’ll pass,dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-rid…”

“Глухо.Вселенная спит,положив на лапус клещами звезд огромное ухо.”

“The love boat has crashed against the everydayYou and I, we are quitsAnd there …”