Mode of life

One stomach, - disturbed,
 Today, in my room,
 And light snow on hot skin,
 Presented by the trampling of horses!
 Forever, - the life of a short life,
 All drives violent winds,
 If not Windows, not cornices,
 So storm, the kind it comes, still was!
 Shouts, laughter, and tears mingled,
 Children and wives, not even an hour, -
 When it comes not doors, not Mimosas,
 Said it comes, then still Pro us, -
 My life is frenzied with desire,
 You're stuck in my maturity,
 You're the only one in love with me,
 He didn't burn bridges,
 From cradle to grave, -
 Gig, rattling Quadriga,
 When would not tempering forces,
 Would there be a new moment?
 When it comes not fears and reproaches,
 When it comes not swearing, not sadness,
 I would have missed, in the night & quot;toloki", -
 Write about the distance traveled?
 From indifference little faith,
 From boredom dreams, Yes, - not those!
 One, - abstruse examples,
 One, - bends on verst!
 Was life signified and connected, -
 Night calm with bustle,
 Thank you for being unpredictable,
 Yesterday, tomorrow-alive!