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Tears of clouds do not leave on the bridge traces
Kharkov in tears but how to help I can’t imagine
And fading away the stars themselves miss tears
This fairy tale at night will tell you how to be I know

That I am sitting now like Homer or Virgil
I write with a pen in my hand well, but in the lungs the smell rot
And around a mile and everything flows from heaven to the soil
Tears of clouds are our tears I know for sure

And again a dark night and again I am by the window
I'm sitting writing my new text, because the soul is full for them
Long after midnight here but I do not close my eyes
And a thunderstorm sings in a loving verse in my ear

She whispers to me and the rain all the time narrows bitterly
Like a mother near her son, in a hospital bed
And tears fall on top, and below are already puddles
My relatives are sleeping, but all this is circling me

I sat on the windowsill to write other lines,
About laughter about friendship, love, but not about tears for sure
But the lines climb on paper anyway are not the same
Everywhere life is rolling, but not everyone has beauty

And by the way, I observe this topic forever
When I look at the sky, where the Milky Way
I look at these stars, they change me
They are beckoning their moment and I'm not me myself

They look from a height from them not to hide
You can hide and build heaps of barricades
After all, they are attracted to the lights of the first capital from below
Mirror stream Hatob Sumskaya and cascade

Now I throw lines in the process of writing
I glanced out the window - memories flooded
I remember Suma night friend two kents and I
Light smoke of hookah is easy in the lungs of hiding

Conversations jokes Focus on maps
But not to return the era to us tetraumvipat
Autoretime, jeep prado divided us, but the truth
What I did with a fountain will not see a look

Nostalgia presses much, but you can’t bring to tears,
Let it drop moisture quietly in Kharkov cold rain
In Kharkov, cold rain ...

And he is glad to try - he pours and pours like from a bucket,
Wait, it's time to finish, 2 hours, after all, until the morning!
No one should see your tears, hide them!
But if not for them, where would this verse be?

And the wind was subsided, quietly began to play with the foliage,
The moon leaves, even though I shout after her!
The city of empty begins to wake up,
And what was a shower on the grass of dew on the grass

Tears of clouds do not leave on the bridge traces
Kharkov in tears but how to help I can’t imagine
And fading away the stars themselves miss tears
This fairy tale at night will tell you how to be I know

That I am sitting now like Homer or Virgil
I write with a pen in my hand well, but in the lungs the smell rot
And around a mile and everything flows from heaven to the soil
Tears of clouds are our tears I know for sure

Tears of clouds - water, do not mean anything to us.
Magnestate the gaze of drops, those that fall from heaven.
But I can't look at how our people cry,
And they have no hope for nothing but miracles.

As the kid climbed into the forest in rotten wilds.
What brought him to Tuda, I can't say
But in that fence with wire there is no beauty,
And tears are pouring a river now his old mother.

Sits in the bazaar, sells tobacco ..
And this is all in 90 years ..
Yes, I got a son, life has passed
And the mother of the son’s exit will not find the moment

What remains to do, it remains to pour tears
At night in a pillow, showing its weakness ...
Sob and wait for the thread to break the life,
And with her pain, and constant fatigue.