I want a kind calm love
in an apartment smelling of warm cookies,
in a solid world overgrown with trees,
not plotting a day on blood.
I want a strong open line
life that explained and touched the soul,
Stored in genes, breaks out
the touch of a child's hand.
What prevents us from living the way we want?
After all, individually, fortunately, it is familiar
and the feeling of a warm home,
and understanding where we should go.
Perhaps the ease in work has been lost?
whatever we do, everything is just a burden,
children are ill, life is not well-organized,
lips grow numb and fear spreads.
The cold drives us and the Crimea makes us happy,
good luck and fate warms near,
so we live, amused and tormented,
and in the morning we rush to work.
I want integrity. Flute, play!
Unless the music will remove the rust,
the world will not explode, darling hugs,
to the free will - to the saved paradise.
