Кирилл Ривель - Никому не избегнуть судьбы...
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No one can avoid fate,
Whatever the wound.
Our storms in a glass of water -
Not a storm in the ocean!
Sorry, salty dreams
Displace less and less at night
Feeling guilt
And anxious, nicer sorrow.

Damn it, the soul shook,
Like dawn in the Mediterranean, -
Isn't it time, brother, slowly,
Think about the mortal?
Silently, looking through us,
The bronze Pushkin smiles ...
Old! Just right
Give sails for drying!

Here is Moscow! Here barographs lie,
Here - the weather is different!
Roma or something, for the heart
Instead of sober tea,
With wet deck down
After the watch, going down to the cabin?
Little life
You rarely remember at such a moment! ...

... to the team: "I went upstairs!
In places! To a turn! " -
Do not understand where everything is against everyone,
The meaning of our work!
However, you can live
On the ground, and not quarrel with the age ...
And do not go to the seas,
And stay, moreover, a man!

You can ... It's about something else - about the winds,
Not smelling of gasoline,
About night multi -star tents,
Not protected by smoke ...
Where is the passing Passat
The dawn flame is inflated ...
And the sails are noisy ...
Not over ours, brother, heads!