In the sun, water stains ,
At the heart of a splash .
His unfinished sonnet
I dedicate to you .
The fact that the distance are the traces
But the time to return.
And forgive me , forgive me,
How do I forgive you
For heaven nezazhzhёnnye sapphires,
For , in the clouds melted, flock ,
For the fact that we do not live according to Shakespeare ,
Live , but do not know.
Spring was calling , calling to love,
And in my head was spinning :
No matter or may not be
Once everything has already happened.
Do not think , or not to be ,
Anticipating fate .
I myself could not even decide
For that you forgive .
For heaven nezazhzhёnnye sapphires,
For , in the clouds melted, flock ,
For the fact that we do not live according to Shakespeare ,
Live , but do not know.
