Beretta, 43 - 27 июня 2008 16:59

The midnight, knocking at the door,
And lighting candles in the room,
Brings weard shadows on the floor,
And they seam roads to the moon.
This very house is as if
A stronghold in a fairyland,
And it s a place for both naive
Content and harmony to band.
They come to stay and have a rest
In this reliable cubby hole,
They wish you everything, the best
Of luck. And so do we all.