I can see the fate of jumping on the back of a lion
And dragging by the tail, and beating the mane,
And look into the eyes, and scratching behind the ear.
You all play, good toys.
Where is there to play when a full breath out
When every day on continuous insults,
When the sky suddenly ceased to dream.
Oh, God forbid that you marry me.
You would have to be scary filibuster,
Get me out of forgotten towers,
Help me out with passing ships,
Take me away from minute friends,
Wean me from cheap boredom
Getting me with someone's hands on your hands
Help me out of big hotels,
Get me out of someone else's bed
And whip on my cheeks
My eyes are genuinely red,
And scare me with the word flibustersky,
And love me by the hour again
To the balloon, to the lame nag,
No matter where, just to be stray,
If only the wind drove the leaves through the ravines,
I wrote to you on the way letters, -
After all, in my hands often beat cups,
Could I wash your shirts,
Couldn't live under the table light
Collect all my life for the summer fragments.
I'm not angry and you shouldn't be angry
Oh, God forbid that you marry me -
I hardly forget my balloon
And I will love you all my life ....
