Your eyes are full of light, like the unspoken line
Ready to overflow from the lips of the paper.
Withdraw from the pen, like a burn.
And trying to calm down his temple,
In which, as a chimney damper, not a lot of rest.
There, behind the temple, too bushuesh you
Like a river in flood tearing burning bridges
I burned with the tragic, serious face,
Glancing at his tower of large voids,
Similar to Babylon at its end.
Well, what do I do?
You?
Even though they believe in their poslesmertny paradise.
I remember, too, the games played
But finish badly, breaking his toys and hid in a barn
And set fire to the barn. Well-lit. More fire!
How to scale with heart sshelushivaetsya armor ...
Not help, do not scratch your fingernail to soon
Crumbled. I'm so hard to be in the light of day.
I'm like a wolf, was used to circumvent the dark rangers.
But your smile ...
For the sake of a smile conquered the city one!
I, as a sniper, vsevidyasch, accurate, invisible;
In the center of the body - bang!
Cursing the need to shoot at her.
By the way, you know, those manuscripts beautifully lit,
Which burn is an honest and pleasant.
I'll go have a bunch of his poems under his arm.
I have sinned, and the creation of my sin ...
I'm what - you read almost any book.
Sins of a sin ...
Sinning on a penny, on the ruble diluted drama.
Y honest heart sins and desires are pure.
You that idea or not to soothe -
No need to talk to me about sin. Not worth it.
The more that your mind melts in a drink words
After the war as unnecessary metal.
Your eyes Tuga, deadly, and almost trembling.
I, of course, was almost killed, but first,
I would like to translate into words
And make that statement is not refundable.
I want to hide my face.
Of the game, generally from people, telegrams,
Reporting that "no" and "no" to me is applicable.
Erase me fatigue, without resorting to words.
Sawtry as a person before the night of love erase the remnants of makeup.