Seem to spring in winter
I have to be a tribune
Kowtow plummet
As if I was Perun.
I believe in his finest hour,
In the same starry autumn
God does not forsake us,
Arbitrariness of fate not to mow.
Careless seem to others,
Seem to spring in winter
We did not sleep at night,
Arrive for a meeting with him.
Me in the summer time to escape
Bye! I'll be back not soon
I will not give his throat tighten
And the heart to deprive the space.
Winter let forges bridges
Over the rivers and fields,
And I dearer posts
In the air port of Miami.
I demand it of heat,
Its gives me free
A steppe hid fog
And I do not hurry back.
Garu was a pretty Gorbunov,
Lit Esmeralda thought.
It is to be a tribune
I saw deep meaning!
19.10.10. Z.Sh.
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