New Year fooled by the wind, like mumps or the flu ...
Ill, we probably - look at the thermometer.
Aching arms, legs, neck. Ache before, aching back.
From such stress dilate the eyes.
From the depths - the longing in our badger follows stranded.
Hey, zaley eyes abruptly, so that the reeds rustling in my ears.
Wind on the left, the wind right in the middle we are in anguish -
Battle're always unequal, it is not clear, however, with anyone.
I'm back in disbelief at the end of December -
How to Pike years lined up.
Where is there the next millennium? - Time, therefore, not a myth ...
Year came to us for a moment, I am just caliph ...
I'm not Peter at the time - give ten years in return.
New Year fooled by the wind, the wind of new changes ...