Soul theater - letter
Hero:
Between the variegating headings from newspaper news
I saw out of the corner of my eye as uninvited guests
Lines about love and pain, and goodbye to me
From paper banderoli, ringed by braid.
Bride:
Lines, sing about separation on the night under the full moon,
The lines remember these hands, send after you.
The letters are called to say goodbye forever, for the last time,
At the mystical boundary of the indifferent to the eyes.
Hero and bride:
There are no barriers to those who love, there are no shutters and chains,
Even the gods of firmly loving people do not scare.
Hero:
I look at the windows of the windows, remembering you,
My mind has long been exhausted, sleeping in a tired head.
He took a coat, dressed in a hurry and went to a quiet call,
Unlid love takes me to the dark park.
Bride:
I will remember how the prayer is the color of tired lovely eyes,
I will remember every rustle, everything that was near us.
This memory of the hand in strong shackles will warm me,
Now I'm only afraid of the shooter that froze on the clock.
Hero and bride:
There are no barriers to those who love, there are no shutters and chains,
Even the gods of firmly loving people do not scare.
We were together during our lifetime, we will be in death together.
Those who are in love are inseparable in this world.
Hero:
Clock, fog scattered, in dissolved silence
I am crushed and lost, and a mile of a soul.
Where is she? Lost mind. I'm going after her!
Wait for me, the enemy is unknown, be afraid of my rage!
