to leave on the road
and to expose a thumb,
taking with itself only happiness a little
and the God.
after all we are still young,
instead of before death with air we choke.
and to sing a road song,
to write about pair tens novels
about flowers and lakes fresh
not interesting?
then about heavy lives
and empty pockets
to leave it is a lot of miles behind
from the city, from warm apartment,
that with a smile to return
the future in our hands
and still ahead
fly
fly
deep into the whole world
life - a dream
if only.
if only not to wake up.
P.S. перевод стиха "только бы" для меня от Р.Роуда :)
if only
© Copyright: Глеб Андрийчук, 2011
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