Tell my friend, where is your homeland?
But only silence strained string
At the bottom of the soul fragments of Genesis,
And the trail of fleeing Fortune.
Tell my friend, why do you dream?
Her face was confused and bad
Dream accompanies Void
And the trail of fleeing Fortune.
Everything on the run, the pain and fuss,
Blind solitude in the wilderness
Tell my friend, why do you dream?
It is not vital to the picture.
You start with a clean slate,
In a secluded corner of another world,
Tell my friend, why do you dream
With the face of imagination idol.
Dream
© Copyright: Николай Трофимов, 2010
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