Трофим - Первая несмелая любовь - Оля
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My childhood, my barefoot remembers
As a baked from hot roofs at noon,
And spring wind solely sail
Smelling seeds sheets

I have a white dove under a t-shirt,
In the morning I replaced him to my great:
Oh, and will be at home to catch up, only
No happy on these days

There, there, high
Over the ground is a flock,
If you look up - the head is spinning ...
And I feel so easy
As if I'm flying,
And near the sky of Syneva ...

The first faint love Olya,
Before dawn - the evening graduation in school,
Pigeons, which I raised into the sky,
Lips, a little salty from the tears ...

And it seemed as if in the embroidery blue
Birds wrote to me her name
To this memory of love first
I am with myself, as incense, passed

Here already drops the yellow leaf of autumn,
Shelters carefully land,
Old habits protect the holy,
The little things are pretty glad

But when the Toskoy will climb the heart,
I hurry to a meeting with my childhood,
Raising white pigeons into the sky,
Like many years ago ...