Turn off the lights table lamps -
Glow plugs and spark paraffin -
High-rise buildings .
Body with a gasp , no, not dead, but sleeping.
Even the alarm volley from all tools
They should not be forced to be happy.
Passionate desire , but do not want
Actually imaginary.
Externally imposed and therefore unattainable .
Desperate not favorite , always tired
Soundly asleep.
Stop! Do not you also ! Do not wake them!
Do not, I beg , I beg !
Do not take their chance !
I know what it is here and now ,
With nothing to give everything in time .
You will say : & quot; & quot ;. Paradox
But no - the illusion of ecstasy.
I know this is a lie and whim,
But to blame but us.
Body aspirated sleeping
In reality, dead
And even their prayers on Sundays Watch
Not resurrect their souls. Let them hear you .
Understand, they are blind , deaf.
They are dead ,
But on the other side of the grave only .
You something right. Burning with longing,
Sometimes they heard echoes of this .
They do not represent how close
In these moments of truth . alas,
They're just people - do not judge them!
Disappointed in love
Hardly ever dare to great deeds in the name ,
Rather, the exploits ,
To be evil shout : & quot; Look ! & Quot ;.
The same one that heart pounding in his chest in panic ,
Burned in the fireplace hotel
With his poems and fragments of old newspapers .
( Hand was raised in the photo ) .
Tears dripped , it seemed , here , before you answer.
Tears indifferent because who is to blame , who is right .
Love is still alive , but no.
Not seeing the obvious , the last hope in the face roll
And break on the white tile .
Well, how do you ?!
Crown of creation - your own source of troubles ...
