Turbo Tolstoi Poem by Pierre Rausch

And out of tunnels
What he wants is easy
Learn it the same way
Someone else wanted to reply
I fell under the surface
Replacing burned-out bulbs
Out of virtue you might be
Then nothing until
Together with a woman
Provoked sensational gossip
I don't know about that
The freshening wind as we
Held our hands in silence
The station that I looked
Revelations that can be
I wonder where she works
Appalled by her support
Harder then you'd imagine
Eleven or a dozen cars
We used to swear like
Which had originally allowed
Who throws herself off
I'm glad it's you
Since there was anything
In all the major cities
That price was puzzled
Have a sense of humor
Remaining one year