We do cartwheels
the bystanders call
for more, but my stomach
turns and the ceiling
turns too
Her face turns pale
I embrace her from behind
we dive into the depths
I feel dizzy, with a thud
I feel that there is a bottom
and then she swims away
Why are you going now?
For no reason, she smiles
at me with a sad look
Isn't it obvious?
I close my eyes
and watch her go, forever
a ****** to me, forever
her transparent face
fading in the light
Song "A whiter shade of pale" (1967 USA, Keith Reid, album "Procul Harum" van Procul Harum)
Collection "More"