Любовь Глотова и Анатолий Изотов - 16 - Страсти по Евгению
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Passion for Eugene
.
Without waiting for the evening
In the middle of the day
You find me
But don't look for me
Ricame with a trolleybus
For my wires
And Katya but where
Do not say where
Let the sleepy flow
Blue heaven
Let the voices fly
Let the wasp
I will show a picture
And I will not manifest
I do not love you
I am not like

..
- Only languid shadows
They flow quietly around the world ....
Here you live, Eugene,
As if you are not there.
You open your eyes -
Tatyana is looking for you
Tatyana you are very ...
I flew to you a thousand
kilometers over the steppe
In the country of numb ...
Did you bed bed?
- They will bed ...
- She is not spam, not Emash.
- I covered her with a blanket
Let it stray from the road ...
Her white hands
Her strong legs ...

...
There lived a crane in our city
And the spotted giraffe walked

You said this is my crane
You said - this is my giraffe

No options are loving
In these wilds of algae

but not accepted about love
Eat the festive Olivier

It will not work to explain
Words don't have enough for me but without them

Only erased letters
Celebrate your holiday without me

....
wrapped in advertising at home and streets
People scooped up dreams
I can't touch you in a dream
What are such dreams

lights are lit, I hold you by the hand
you treat me you feed me breakfast
call only by name only in Russian
hide bitter cigarettes in your pockets
We are alone on this street narrow
Crossroads

... ..
are you coming out
You shut the windows
Autumn street is dead
Wires sagging under current
And under the snow, dead grass
Seems
she's the only one
Street throughout its country
In lean oil
White bread is dipping
Smile in a happy dream
I only touch the skin
Singing spring foliage
I'm with you
And our children too
And the moon is one above the head
And, saying goodbye, I swall the handful of snow
It's cold, cold
and I
I fly away by plane
TAY
nothing
Not melting