Ro.B. - А ты опять, все так же лечишься.
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And you again, you are still treating
Smoke of gunpowder and dust of the road,
From dawn to sunset, you rush about
Collecting all the prisoners on the way.

I am again - in the kitchen, with tea,
Sweet -sweet - so that in the throat is clumsy;
I still, they say, wildly miss -
This feeling is absorbed with love.

You still sin the unknown
Passing the hair through the fingers.
You are my boy that put the crosses,
Between the world again brought the strip.

I still scream "go to hell,
Mine is not mine, so why do I need all this? "
And then, as usual, - "I am dead,
And I address the hello to you. "

You are still rushing past the house,
Whispering a nonsense and biting, dry lips,
You still think "here she is, behind the threshold,
Which "I will not let you go anywhere. I will not forget."

I will not forget. I will not throw it. I will not let it out.
Will not give it back. I'll take it. I assure you.
I can nobody ... well! Do you hear?
You return ... I beg you.