Life floats down the river,
Like a piece of shit,
A walk past the ships,
Cold silence
When a life behind,
Then, they are ships,
Against the Current and up
Where they want a quiet life
His usually alternate,
Floating only down
After all, while it fuses, only down,
And in the quiet backwaters of the river,
They are among the cemeteries, among the graves,
And it gives them rest,
Grants dreams that probably lucky in the future
And it will be all about what dream you,
You will not go, and you go,
According to the water surface in any direction,
Upstream and down as you want
And fraught love you will find everything
What dream and sing until you swim by shit,
All the time just down
Life floats down the river
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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