I'm in your life as a stranger entered the house ,
But all I here strangely familiar.
Again came in, shook the windows blue silk,
And valerian wafted and rum ...
And I'm invisible, speechless , as a draft,
According to your rooms sadly flies ...
I have a moment to you , by chance, just like this:
Log entered and come out as - I do not know ...
I'm on the wall vglyazhus in another portrait,
Take a look out the window - crimson alley ...
You say to him , wrapped in a blanket :
"Again draft ! Close the window tighter ! "
I wanted to tell you ... And , by the way - all a trifle,
From drafts flowers fade ...
I have a moment to you , by chance, just like that,
You look at the road far .
Draught found a gap in the window frame
And , in this gap sadly flying ,
Whistling in her softly , as in a pipe ,
Aiming for a bunch of leaves flown away .
Fewer drafts in your home ,
Deeper fall, everything is transparent given.
And your fingers roam his temple,
As if you have lost something ...
