If everything comes so hard - just make me one of the gray geese , squandered me and old.
Me to have a haughty mouth and a huge house , and a beautiful son , and a silent girl secretary .
That money , and I left her Sodom , and where I live and azure blue, buy apples at the market and amber.
Look, the truth , no carefree child no, not some supernatural beauty - is unlikely to be , nothing to regret .
I'm tired as hell - and have another forty years , the consumer and the peddler bustle , ride, to negotiate, to hurt ;
Body , disconnected from the temptations and dark plaid , and from the balcony of the mountains , and you - and you can arrange it?
Yes, I remember that the holidays are not allowed , that you test , I ground , to each according to his faith , not by
Wear ; Well, that and keep trying , stunned , through the copper pipe , the water dark and light; a ticket for the express weak?
I wake up in the final , the unexpected silence, and will deliver the car without a murmur ,
When the train goes to the depot .
March 19, 2008 .
