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Serg Gromoff Mar 2018
Miles behind my back
I’m сhasing the lucky star
I’ve worn my shoes out
But the goal is still far away

I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage

The charms of beauty and glamour
Is fading like an evening glow
I have a penny in my pocket
And shards of broken bones

I read your burned letters
I catch smoke with my hands
And grass is growing under my feet
All the time I was just standing here

I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage
Serg Gromoff Nov 2017
I just wanna be with you tonight
But all the trains have already burned down
And I'm frozen on the other side
The winter winds blow in my mind

My little house hid in the snow
There are a thousand bottles of ***
I will survive the apocalyptic show
What else to do I don’t know

I drink black tea with berries of loneliness
This is a stupid mystical rite
I look at the sky I'm blinded by emptiness
But in the heart there is still light

I just wanna be with you tonight
But all the trains have already burned down
And I'm frozen on the other side
The winter winds blow in my mind
Serg Gromoff Mar 2017
Harry casts bullets every **** shift
He beats up his wife and watches TV
At any time he could sneak away to his neighbor
But he goes to the garage to play the blues

Maria is a granddaughter of a witch
She burns candles and sings sad songs
Her grandmother seduced all the men in town
And the girl lives alone

So many strange people
So many sad eyes
Resembling a steeple
Their hands clasp… And time flies…

Kelly works as a milkmaid at a farm
Village children come to her with a jug
Every night she prays to God to send her a baby
But her doctor says there is no such drug

The wino priest Austin carves wooden birds
Every night he waits for UFOs
Fifty years on, there’s no signal from space
And on the grave of his son there’s a fresh red rose.

So many strange people
So many sad eyes
Resembling a steeple
Their hands clasp… And time flies…
Serg Gromoff May 2016
Bottle in his pocket, ragged coat.
Struggling too hard to stay afloat.
Sailor, be brave! Never stop!
Drink all night long to the last drop.

A long time ago he set sail.
He met a mermaid, and he felt so frail.
He never knew love, what the ****.
And ever since been lost in the dark.

He crossed all the oceans.
His chance didn’t come.
One may blame it on rainy weather
Or was it too much bad ***?

He saw the ghost of love in the rain
And ran to it, almost insane.
He reached nothing, but for the dark.
He’d never get rid of bad luck.

He crossed all the oceans.
His chance didn’t come.
One may blame it on rainy weather
Or was it too much bad ***?
Serg Gromoff May 2016
A lonesome man on the subway,
Reading a book of dreams.
Live to fight another day!
Life is not what it seems.

You move in the shadows,
A fallen angel of love.
Farewell to sunny meadows,
Heart is beating, a wounded dove.

You roll down.
What’s happening in your brain?
Your mind's an empty town.
And love is  worse than *******.

Women with wild black eyes
Overshadow your weak mind.
You will never know paradise,
You have left it behind.

There’s no need to hurry.  
There is no story to tell.
And your smile is somehow blurry.
This road leads straight to hell

You roll down.  
What’s happening in your brain?
Your mind's an empty town.
And love is  worse than *******.

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