I learned to control myself among these autumn days and in the footsteps of the rear ideas
Coming the puddles, on the sides of yellow leaves and to the goals of expensive straight without thoughts
Just go along the channels, living in the doorway, responding only by songs on new claims
By quiet parks, where you can pass on an hour, when you leave either to the west or east
And everything is so clean. It seems to try to open on receipt or on the stairs quickly again to a new VPP
Shot from Petrocremia met 12, and I just squeeze the clock, not knowing where to run
A couple of calls, all busy or sleepily in bed
The wind blows through, as if I sit in a bathrobe
And again in the sky, where only clouds are gray
In the head of thought flow as always without measure
And not hunting to pretend, we are far away
You study, and I read poems again
Just tired of longing, just disappearing in the cold
It seems not hungry, but again go to you
Peering in glass machines, golden leaves
Some impart triple, others continue to pray
And the fountain where so many people took place
Just walking by, you find me
Birds are silent with a light thoughtless in the south
Where the sky like water hugs the shore
Red sunset closet, day again
Time so slowly with rest performs his oppression
But we are welcomed Petersburg and happy
That seasons here in their own way are always beautiful
Not only London gray rainy paints
But the autumn gold is in winter
Switched from this stage to a new staircase
Where are the topics about fate and about the pair of rings
Pair of hearts that rapid magnetite meet
And at a distance, love flares up stronger
Mad knock, under rapid applause
Inhaling the air from the bowl of other changes
And in a new captivity, more precisely in new hands in bed
Where how in the midst of winter we will bloom
And not hunting to pretend, we are far away
You study, and I read poems again
Just tired of longing, just disappearing in the cold
It seems not hungry, but again go to you
Peering in glass machines, golden leaves
Some impart triple, others continue to pray
And the fountain where so many people took place
Just walking by, you find me
And again lose in these winds from the north
I will join, I will do what is intention
Or lost among these thousands of persons
Melting like sugar with rain in the northern capital
And maybe you need to pray or fuss
To make things to go smoothly on our tradition
So that all the outcomes were written according to plan
But after all, the hunt gets long-awaited letters
And please "dream of me" worked clearly
In order for just a few words set a test
Faster went time in boredom and slowly in tenderness
But no matter how much time, the time is still flowing
