The remaining hearts are not disturbing,
But what is the rest?
After all, more than two hearts can not
Stay not others
I.
I am going home. Responsive fog. Spring apple trees Color the way illuminates the path.
It rained, leaving a dry track on a bench in the garden, where you expect.
I kind of knew: a hundred steps left, but I see: emptiness - to replace hope.
I will pass, pulling, I am a disorded offense, without understanding them, will not be as before ...
There is only the dream of people living, moan hearts sanguilding,
No, no, they do not have love!
They call: "Stay somewhere we have at least before dawn," -
And in the chest: Run!
PR 1.
And in the sky, what over the cities, in the sky, what about all of us
No! - I tell them in response.
Let the wind be warmed again, the wind straight with the bad sing
It does not hurt in the future!
But let the falcon whether the wing will place, the bright look will send his in the distance
Away! - I will tell them.
II.
I go home under the copper leaf fall, without disassembling the words I leave the rustling leaves.
And the evening again in the apple trees is covered, the summer kiss is temporarily sleeping.
I walked, praying, that at least once from the apple tree those now the rainbow dreamed.
Suitable sleep, and the spirits of the moon quietly on the eyes, like boards, sank.
There is only... - // -
PR 1.
Br.
Are you under the Senya, finally? .. Birds Sights - to the knock of two hearts ...
So nevertheless sparkles the leaves copper, it means you can fly my falcon!
Only hundreds of sackers, and on hundreds of roads - a confusing selection of triple,
Only the heart, the heart will tell me the way.
Well, where does the light wanders in the arches? Forest color green
Give me a chance, my love!
PR 2.
And in the sky, what over the cities, in the sky, what about all of us
Yes! - I will tell them then.
Let the wind be warmed again, the wind straight with the bad sing
It does not hurt in the future!
But let the falcon distribute the wing, the bright look will send his in the distance,
Cross! - I tell them ...
I tell them ...
I tell them ...
I go home another spring ...
