From the most precious cups to drink,
Sitting at the royal feast, honey;
What is happiness, - about it I think -
It`s if You might buy an all world for money?
So the flag is in your hands!
Palaces, fazendas, villas, planes!
But to keep my soul alive-
It only needs you for the flight!
About myself - it`s a simple story:
I didn't crawl through the crack like a cockroach,
I have no recognize and glory -
But in the last instant of my existence
I want your eyes by heart me touch.
I want to see how a curl shines
in the sunset amber of your hair;
You don't need big windows for that -
my hazy dreams are enough... I bet!
Let for the rich the flower garden bloom
Of hired happiness for money -
It is not in the palace room:
If you love me, my rose, give me your honey!
What is it - happiness?
© Copyright: Максим Черников, 2021
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