кока-кольный делирий
A passer-by asked me for a lighter
An elderly man in shabby clothes with a drunken face and eyes full of gratitude
He put his hands on mine while lighting his cigarette
Ugly, red, swollen, all in burns and scratches, tired, injured hands
Dirt stuck under nails
He put his hands on mine
Like a priest puts his on the head of a small child, blessing
They were warm
He gave me the warmth
The thread of which I’d been starting to lose
He gave me the warmth
I gave him the light
A fair exchange
I am the saving grace for all underdogs asking me for a lighter in the street
And so are they for me.
An elderly man in shabby clothes with a drunken face and eyes full of gratitude
He put his hands on mine while lighting his cigarette
Ugly, red, swollen, all in burns and scratches, tired, injured hands
Dirt stuck under nails
He put his hands on mine
Like a priest puts his on the head of a small child, blessing
They were warm
He gave me the warmth
The thread of which I’d been starting to lose
He gave me the warmth
I gave him the light
A fair exchange
I am the saving grace for all underdogs asking me for a lighter in the street
And so are they for me.