... morte

[ainda_nao]

Умирает уходящий год, умирают люди вокруг меня, да и во мне сегодня тоже что-то умерло. Я бы как мисс Отис, но нет, не мой, видимо, удел. Разве что Regrets.
Я тут немного потрудилась только что, и вот - провожаю день и год кулинарной картинкой. Почти nature morte. Но живительная влага все же есть.

Herman Chittison -- Miss Otis Regrets




А теперь можно и потехе час.

P.S. И спасибо всем, кто жив.

Miss Otis lyrics

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
She's sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down in lovers lane she strayed,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone,
Madam,
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch to day.

When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail,
Madam,
they strung her apon the willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.