"She is beautiful,
She is beautiful.
Like a carpet,
We have a motor inside,
From the kind of carpet,
Soft and large carpet,
No, it's not a thief,
Just a fine carpet.
Grow flowers and mushrooms on it,
And on the edge of the bushes grow berries.
The carpet is wide, like our horizon,
Who gives us a watch over everything,
And secret surveillance.
There is truth,
And she is alone,
After all, it's a clearing. "
Glade
© Copyright: Святослав Бойко, 2017
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