Игорь Иванов - Романс
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Unguided tenderness
Once upon a time he will look at once.
Accepting this inevitability,
Love does not shine and does not warm,

But still - hesitates, smokes.
Like the coals of the old fire.
And enchanted faces
They look from darkness until the morning

On the runaway heat of the carbon fuss.
Gray -haired as a round dance,
In a series of sad hills
And the predawn sky.

Forgetting the fears of superstitious,
Let's look back
Forgive the cold and incorrect,
Maybe they will forgive us ...

We stand on the strip forbidden,
The fog hides us thick.
Cold dusk predawn
He threatens the upcoming void.

We are waiting for something. Perhaps a miracle
But he did not eat him in the morning.
So won so far for!
The bonfire went out, and we have to ...