С.Т.А.Я. - На мира паутине
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I remember your hands tenderness and velvet voice,
And still my shirt smells of you.
On the radio minor lines about the first snow,
I could stay there, but I chose a run away from myself!

The heat of the century drowns snow on eyelashes,
I'm afraid, waking up, to stay without you for the age ...
My thoughts are still where our meeting,
And the smell of the city in the cold is interfered with the smoke of stoves.

We are so careless, young and lonely ..
There are hundreds of cities between us and time, time,
But contrary to the laws of physics, we are together again,
In the very place where emotions are like songs.

All nights we spend here alone,
While somewhere exhaust cars and signs of lights.
You can not say anything, I already know everything:
The alarm clock will soon nickname - I will melt in your arms ...

Are these worlds as far as we were scared?
We are connected and inseparable with them with a thin thread.
And only at that moment, as my body falls asleep,
I see your images again on the world web.

Blood-red roses petals for white snow,
From the sky, as in a dream, thin eyelashes from the eyelid.
Circled in a dance under the ash-lazour sky,
The revelation of nature from the sea by a hidden wind.

The rainy poetry of the mainland fog,
The naked soul of the steppes of the gray -haired ocean.
The bottom blackening emptiness, open eyes,
The cherishing silence of the depths of unproving phrases ...

The secret of the lighthouse ... Let the bonfires burn,
Unnecessary hastily on the rocks of longing.
Territory. And outside this spring
A completely different sky, clear to whiteness.

And you know, this world is catastrophically real,
Forture with its beauty, to infinity is sentimental!
Small children clap his hands on him.
I sincerely wish you to meet you there, my good.

Are these worlds as far as we were scared?
We are connected and inseparable with them with a thin thread.
And only at that moment, as my body falls asleep,
I see your images again on the world web.

So it seemed close in the Voronezh outbacks ...
The remaining childhood in photo album pictures:
I'm small, so funny, ruddy,
I sit at the dad on my shoulders, hold my mother by the handle!

So strange, the older I am, the more often it dreams,
And in the book of my days the pages are flipped through ...
In the morning I leave again and hug tightly,
And my mother gently ruins my hair under a cap!

I often see tears, I am already used to hiding,
I got used to the parties and expectations of a shaky ...
Used to conversations through the phone,
To hear only a voice - a son is far from home!

I don't like to say goodbye, I had so much
In life ... after kilometers, as if accumulated ...
I hurry with each vacation on the first passing -
Hugs you soon - not in dreams, but in the present!