Zywa
Eve
I don't wait for the bus
I'm already on my way
it's the Eve
a little busy in the street
everyone wearing their best
shoes, polished for the feast
Open curtains, tables laid
chuckles and soft music
people will be at home tonight
The candles are dancing around us
the big loaves smell of peace
we have no questions now
The decorated bus
has clean seats
on which no one died
There are pigeons fluttering up
and above the stores, three angels
blowing their buisines
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