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I'll Make Time
I'll find myself here again
it's a beautiful day and there's no hurry
time goes by lazily < br/>under the parasol I
sit down for a moment and enjoy a cold cider
I think about the friends with whom we spent
these same city stones and what they are doing now
who makes money who is self-sufficient draw
I still have some numbers in my notebook
alone I can
in the evening
in the buffets, bars, cafes of the old town
I make time
like yesterday I remember
the icy hours of Sunday at the record store
and the new music
from Pirita and ERKI's party
how did I get home and with whom
I remember how I got out of the old fila
with a cold bus wreck at three o'clock
and how I climbed to the side of the stone writer
with a drunken head in the park
although it warms the heart
when I can sometimes think about those times
still more the soul urges
to where it has not been yet