25-17 - чтоб уже ни с кем не делить тебя..и не отпускать по утру
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25/17 "Gorky Fog"

She does not sing and does not drink wine,
There is a war on the trail by the dog,
she is ill...
In the celestial dance of star steam,
He cooled in elegant fingers
A huge ball.
Constellations are not in their places,
People go downhill
He is too old ...
On the bloomed lips
And in young gardens of spring -
Wreaths, crosses.

She turned to the wall and sleeps,
He silently swallows alcohol in the kitchen.
Bitter dreams ... Gorky fog ...
Broken boat, empty pier,
The mermaid on the stone sings sadness.
Self -reproach ... self -deception ...

The angel cannot have a tail
And the horse will not fall in love with the whistle of the whip,
Burn bridges ...
Hungry horsemen traces,
Rot the fruits and eats eyes
Lilac smoke ...
An ancient sign is knocked out on a rusty vein,
Where is your heart - there is your treasury
Who knew he knew.
The fire went out, the shelter is silent,
And only angels sing
last time...

She turned to the wall and sleeps,
He silently swallows alcohol in the kitchen.
Bitter dreams ... Gorky fog ...
Broken boat, empty pier,
The mermaid on the stone sings sadness.
Self -reproach ... self -deception ...