All things has sunken into a deep,
I'd like to wake up just in my sleep.
During the summer I wish a snow,
Drop off my glasses, take the pince-nez.
Is it a spleen-time, fragments of game,
Feelings of sin or feelings of blame?
Asking from God what's wrong, what is right,
Playing or not, but I'm in "off-side".
I only search the accurate rhymes
Just for my life in turbulent times.
I do not know what's up in my life -
Am I in sleep or am I alive?..
All Things Has Sunken Into A Deep...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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