Алексей Кобзев - так....
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So your hand will stroke me
So the crown of the daughter near the lips -
tease with patho and smell of milk,
So fly south
Kuchevi August Clouds

so nests in the heart tenderness in half
Lost with primitive horror,
So, looking at the mirror in the morning,
You remember the mother
And you slide down to her feet

So you run into the smell, in the light, to sound,
Without looking back, losing everything that she was able to save
turning into a nerve, turning into a hearing -
gaining speech,
Touching the fingers of your favorite hands

So you cook breakfast and put tea,
So you follow how breathing and frowning an eyebrow,
So you kiss by chance,
so shout from pain, knock down into the blood
Fists, if there is no shoulder nearby ...
So you create love -
The most humane executioner

© Katerina Bilina