When your bedroom for you very far br br When already you stand -nearby by bar, br br When you will finds so well corner's chair, br br When the waiter hears you without words, br br When cigarettes did not remain in a pocket, br br When a pen for- covers was lost - naked, br br When behind windows the old moon to you talks, br br And when for forgotten pains promises again, br br When swings in a glass- so lovely, of red wine, br br When its redness doesn't remind only sin's & blood, br br When now feet itself go back well on familiar lane, br br & your bedroom not seems for you any more far.