Диана Арбенина и Соня - не отпускай мою руку
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South Pole in the snow,
The south pole is closed,
They are growing on the toros
Ice flowers ...
They are not late
They feel good without us.
Which of us will be the first
Who can say
"Sorry," I cool down "?
Southern run as a target
In the ocean without a bottom,
The southern wind spits
Sailing Sail ...
South knows who the enemy
South does not betray
South tightly soldered into your
Celestial color of the eye ...
The South Pole is silent.
Soluya rolls measuredly
On the larynx there,
where the sound is born
No news.
We are taken to fright,
We are being stolen,
no news,
The silence beats under the breath ...
The South Pole is closed
From winter to winter.
The ardor is reckless
Pilgrimov-Yuntsov.
Do not wait for spring
And they take a chance at random,
And they will return home
Green to the roots,
In dresses for the dead ...
The South Pole fell asleep
dreams of a bachelor,
I'm all nights for you
I press my cheek.
South did not let us in
Not kissed by anyone.
The southern chance missed
And he never
Do not hug you ...

Hold my hand for a long time, please
Hold me tightly, I will not complain.
The heart in captivity is not capable of pranks,
If you do not want losses, be silent.
I fixed my path myself with fires,
poison, despair, fears, wounds,
Blood without blood, bell -shaking burns.
Do not let go of my hand, hold!