Do not tell a lot cmogu, This winter's evening is simple and quiet. I'd never have to see those lips Close, very close to my own. Outside the window, snow and silence. Nothing now I do not need, At half frozen window So sit in the dreamy half-asleep. And through the slumber of you dream of - Old-fashioned, silly and funny And then, ashamed, warm Hot mouth frozen window.

What do you cheat in vain: No, I do not believe the excitement! If you look at times break out passionately If I'll shake his hand - Know: that charm of the old days You woke me elaborate; That other love reminiscence Suddenly my eyes involuntarily reflected. My friend! I am terminally ill - Do not you heal my illness! Maybe I can be loved, But she really can not love! They say there are evil people in the world, Witchcraft are terrible gift; Never pull out much of the breast Irresistible force of their charms; They say that there are words and speech - In them lies the wonderful plot: They say there's fateful meeting There are heavy and evil eye ... It can be seen at the time of his youth passionate, In the best color being I lived with a magician dangerous That at times he jinxed me ... Said the mysterious word My heart for ever spoke, And serious illness and severe Severely poisoned my life ...

Again, in the twilight of night Amid the ropes stretched tight On board this shaky couple We stand and throw each other. The closer to the top of the timber, Worse than stand and hold on Pleasing those fly over land And one closer to the heavens. True, this is a game, and moreover Can go play rock, But life to play the two of us - This happiness, my dear!

Babe your unpredictability, Of whether it is doubly fragile ... Sincerely look wash-cycle Wind in the head ... the last bridge yesterday's snow falls And I tried to burn it Where talkative bile? Ah, yes .. because you are no longer there ... All strokes .. sketches .. semitone ... Penumbra .. polulyubov with guitar ... Take .. take it all for nothing ... Listen to the sound of mournful hearts .. Pick up the pieces as a designer ... Puzzles ice .. nervous dash ... You are one cold this morning ... Disassemble the void between the lines ...

In the morning can not see stars of white slip, Can not hear the whistling of arrows, raised arch And it seems that the city is motionless The maze of eternity floats. But will soon return to the wind bird Not enough to pay off the silver, Thaw out from the cold thinking person There will come a time to light thoughts. And outside the remains of the white lines And a broken wrist in February, The fire of the soul can not even frost Cover, but sleeping still land ...

Quiet snow whirls on me, Quiet in Tanga I Snow spins. And I loved the night dreaming ... Well, I'm not a nice night snyus. And tomorrow I'll go to the back, Covered with snow path. Well, honey, you're station Send a kiss, do not forget. From me to you is a gift - A birthday envelope painted. Not extinguish a candle my candle, Maybe I'll come in the spring ...

In the high mountains of the morning,
Stole the sun.
And in the house down the terrible fear,
On fibril.

Slipped through the old chimney
Smashed windows.
And rustled in the darkness of the people.
Stole the sun!

And the rain fell in torrents,
Do not get better.
Place this fear,
The black cloud.

Over thousands of miles in the big water,
In a deep hole.
Any touching environment
Mount Fuji.

The moment grew round eyes,
All of the Japanese.
Cock desperately shouting
K-in-a-r-a-n-and the sun!

Gobbler murmured: "A gift A gift ..."
Not become light.
Hung on a wall calendar.
It was summer!

Lovers fear not scared.
Neither thunder nor the clouds.
Passed over the city storm
And the days of them better!