winter is out to lunch

[denis_ershov]

flowers are dying quickly
music is floating out
part of the day keeps grieving
the other is holding up

snow smells like fake sensations
roads pretend to run
part of the day keeps patience
the other tries to have fun

laughing at pure feelings
winter is out to lunch
part of the day keeps dreaming
the other just knows too much

racing to make your ends meet
Moscow drinks up your pride
part of you feels mistreated
the other hates to give up

flowers have withered lately
music keeps bursting out
part of the day keeps blaming
the other is not allowed