I always said she had too much coffee and cake ,
her portly shape was due to too much wine ,
and now all she craved was a good time.
I always said the cigars she smoked were like
Tomb stones ,
to blind to notice,
to addicted to care .
I always said ,
I always said .
And her heart only beat to climb the stairs ,
and the chocolate and chips helped her through the day .
Rainbows and demons ,
Chains and weeds ,
and the wind and rain ,
and the rain and the wind found us on our knees .
Spoh koyn nee noh Cheh dorogoy , ( good night my dear ) for
I shall navigate my love under a starry host on my ship of jesters and
Fools .
You’re cigars and cake are the rainbows and demons ,
and chains and weeds to our love ,
For you’re laughter for our foolish freedom came not from God above .
Must I then take the ash and crumbs and the yellow **** you retch ,
and hope what’s left does not choke you .
We shall marry in our Geogian satire of smokin mirrors , gin and Russian roulette ,
I will play the doctor ,
You the patient.
Our babies will smoke cigars from their Georgian prams ,
Wine ,cigars , chocolates and cake I shall spoon feed you ,
.....until you’re dead .
For you’re chains and weeds have killed you ,
and death has taken you away .
And here at our table I shall sit alone ,
thinking of you .
With wine a cigar ,
Chocolate cake and a cigar I shall toast you ,
until this day ,
draw a curtain ,turn off the lights .
Sweet dreams my malen kaya kroshka
( my little crumb )
sweet dreams .