SHE WAS POURING BLACK TEA WHEN SHE TOLD ME ELINA PUGACHEVA She was pouring black tea when she told me We're moving to where they don't drink much of this We drank tea at the airport, too How long before we see rude cashiers again? How long before the artic winters ruffle the soul? A decade on and the place hasn't changed a bit Would you believe it? We grudge through the depressing city slowly Savouring the potholes like candy with tea at New Year's They say all Khrushchevkas look the same But we spot ours from a mile away Funny The only home I've ever had is the one crumbling We drink tea silently My mother and I The black liquid burns slowly The drab walls less so She was pouring black tea when she told me | PAGE 06
We're moving to where they don't drink much of this
