If only water did not leave the shores,
In the waters of nights that would not be light,
Just not shed, swallow the shadow of words,
I just never become more fun.
Candles are recalculated, basements are crowded,
Do not see any zgi and ears in dust,
Just b not to leave nowhere from spring -
Still transparently, did not bottom.
If only to run in the Bulch,
Hands to scratch about spiky dreams,
Just not to meet the blow ax,
And do not get a prison prison.
Kameno's voice, River, do not let
And do not quench - no moisture on the lips.
Just to see in the sky,
Just that would be dawn, not fear.
If only water did not leave the shores,
On the path is full of what would not meet the marshes,
Just never would be dreams,
And prayers of the strongest and cowardly gods.
Candles are recalculated, in the sky thunderstorm,
Only if not to go blind on this path,
That B boot straw is not colue eyes,
Just run, from chase to leave ...
