Александр Заславский - Круглых Дат
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I was not a supporter of round dates
And round faces at the table.
In the morning I saw a square above the city
And in the evening he was an old man.

We burned the calendar with you
The best has a hole in his pocket
And the stars easily took off the loops
And they brought to the house until the morning.

Not sleeping - lanterns are burning on the street
Not sleeping - sunrise led to the east
Birch juice smells of a bonfire.
Time again is our doctor, time is on the way again,
And coloring from childhood
Will become a face.

I got to the bottom of the truth and lay down next to her
It remains to wait for friends
Heavy girl of left -handed ideas
Always returns to a circle.

I'm in a stroller up the stairs, as then
And my conscience would be clean
And the sea is whispering me today
And a star flies right in the hand.

Everything is fine with us, it thaws again
Receiver with a verse at dawn
And the stars fly to the iron magnet,
Who knocks in me.

I was not a supporter of round dates
I loved to note failure
We will no longer look back
There is enough for us tomorrow.

Not sleeping - lanterns are burning on the street
Not sleeping - sunrise led to the east
Birch juice smells of a bonfire.
Time again is our doctor, time is on the way again,
And coloring from childhood
She became a face.