My trip with the blond angel
One month passed by,
Since Olga said to me \" goodbye\"
When she waved from the train
I felt sadness , in my heart i felt pain.
She never forgot our moments in the nature,
I missed them too with the blond cute creature.
Her birthday was coming soon
We wanted to be free , we wanted to fly to the moon.
She said , lets celebrate my birthday together,
And make me fly Like a feather.
We are going to disapppear in another dimension
It is going to be my best birthday celebration.
Our Meeting point was Salzburg,
The city of Mozart, surrounded by mountains , surrounded by lakes
We were in the right time, in the right place , there was no chance for any mistakes.
She arrived by plane with a bright smile
When i saw her , my breath stopped For a while.
The blond angel landed again on earth,
She was wearing a short skirt.
At the end of the day , i remember very well,
Rain fell, her body spread a nice smell
She started to Dance in the rain,
She was careless , she was happy again
In my brain , this dance will always remain
It drove me insane.
The next day we went to Lichtenstein, a small kingdom.
We entered a church, prayed and got wisdom.
We should forget the bad past,
We should focus on our moments ,
life goes by so fast.
Therefore we decided to go to Italy
Only there we could feel really free.
It is the coutry of music, beauty , full of charm.
I fell in love, my heart got warm.
written by Gjoshe Pocev