On the dawn

There is somewhere in the town snow,
That is turning to the rain on jowl.
And the century does not end,
And the leader does not change.

I haven’t been on free for a hundred years,
I`ve forgotten how the breeze sough.
White bird flies up,
And reflection slides down.

On the dawn I`ll go in the fog,
On the dawn I`ll live the shelter,
I will fall, sobbing, to flowers
And by nostrils will sniff the grey ground.

On the dawn with tire from love
In a hundredth time you will be urge.
Without fear of again waking up,
I will break the torture of sheets.

I hear the laughter in my room,
A candle flickers on the wall throb.
Laughter on else's sheet is sin,
Laughter in throat turns in scream.

Night reflects into the eyes,
Memory folds everything for future.
Without me grows up daughter,
And insomnia gives me time.

On the dawn I`ll go in the fog,
On the dawn I`ll live the shelter,
I will fall, sobbing, to flowers
And by nostrils will sniff the grey ground.

On the dawn with tire from love
In a hundredth time you will be urge.
Without fear of again waking up,
I will break the torture of sheets.

There is somewhere in the town snow,
That is turning to the rain on jowl.
And the century does not end,
And the leader does not change.