Find yourself in the crowd of madness
Or meet you
And live every blow of the pulse
Your hand, live loving.
And then to lose everything -
Day, night, sleep - in a row,
Lose even what was not
And what should have had.
Celebrate New Year in T-shirt,
What gave the new year
On the postcard glue the brand,
Sign and not send how you did.
The tulle is starched, curtains are rejected.
What is it? Surely himself?
I will cope and, I think, at the time
Hold with you, argue to us.
But there is no dispute,
Even conversation about the dispute -
There are no conversations
But every day I think more and more
What is soon
Get the coast of our sea.
Let them talk about time
And his medicinal properties,
Muck, everything will be forgotten, they say,
But the years have passed, and I did not forget anything.
Still two sets on the table -
Breakfast together.
And in the colors in the eighth of March the whole house,
And stand for a long time - not faded, only
I can not sleep something at night,
I listen to the city's noise, wind noise.
Got up, checked mail,
I smoked, steps measured the apartment on the meter.
Still two sets on the table,
Still tulips in vases,
Only here there is no,
We are near, but not there ...
