Grapes - Ovlov

Soon you crawl inside your waiting

Don’t waste your time to feel;

never hating

Should it be mine to feel like you hate it?

You fit your size to be anyway

To your hall in silent waiting

You make your wine for free cause you’re clever

I sip your wine and feel where they waited

Don’t fix;

you’re fine to me and you’re well

Now come with me

I will not ask to be and wait to say goodbye