When a day comes and,
When a night and will be held,
And maybe wiser people
And it will be the one who would understand,
Well, as long as the land in ruins,
To create, in the dark deeds,
Not like here, half,
Skid knife and death came,
And in the darkness you hear laughter,
And the creaking of the door and the sound of footsteps,
This is the audience going,
It may not be broad fools.
broad fools
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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