Городинец Сергей - Двенадцать шагов до последней ступени
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Twelve steps to the last step
Seventeen steps to the call
Fourteen words and then two weeks
You can't look from the ceiling

Hot blood, cooled feelings
Friends of the comfort of the word
Pushed curtains, frozen fingers
Ice will be thrown into a glass of brandy

And in the frame on the shelf, a smile with a call
And with a cunning eye slot
The same girl laughs so loudly
As if having fun with you

In just a week, all feelings burned
Seven days of indifferent sleep
With a trembling hand, curtains are extended
And clouds will enter the windows

Another week in a cooled bed
The same trembling hand
Wiped into mobile contacts and dates
And photo with a girl of a stranger

Other people's eyes, chin and eyebrows
Two thousand lines SMS
And the number is alien but painful to pain
Still disappeared from the screen

Fourteen days and four friends
Twelve sleepless nights
And a new life will tempered from separation
It's so simple ... when you are not whose

Gorodinets Sergey ©
The book "Trying to Love" the international code of the book isbn 978-966-136-138-5