We had an agreement

Promise me we’ll fly to Bucharest,
Stay day and night in the hotel, take a rest,
Take a stroll in the autumn breeze.
The part I like the best, 
Is when you promise me,
Promise me we’ll go to Budapest.
Before the flowers wither,
And the raindrops freeze,
Promise me we’ll visit Sofia,
Promise me we’ll see a 
Heart-shaped shell in the golden sand.
If we accidentally bump heads in another land,
Promise me we’ll meet again in Copenhagen.
Sollen wir es wirklich wagen?
Promise me we’ll navigate through New York,
Because life is way too short to wait another year.
Promise me we’ll find each other in LA.
Why wait?
Promise me we’ll visit all these places,
Before our wrinkles multiply,
Before your hair turns white,
Before I’m too old to fight 
With you when you claim 
We didn’t have an agreement.

© Elena Natroshvili

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