On that day, December said goodbye to November,
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And the wind sang to the rain about the one on the edge...
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And although the blind do not believe in the tears of others,
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The rain saw them and blindly believed in them.
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He walked alone, limping on his left leg,
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So close to God that he could touch,
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But that day everyone was busy with something else,
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And among the gray backs he walked alone...
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Alleys of parks have become different,
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As if they changed their name, as if frozen.
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Buried the foliage under a layer of dirt and dust,
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We looked at the Neva ... no longer in reality.
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But somewhere in the very last row, in the wind,
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There was a yellow leaf that was waiting for spring,
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And he broke... the very last of them all.
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Slowly falling down, wanting to soar up ...
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He sank to the ground before her eyes,
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Forcing you to slowly move towards the buildings,
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And imperceptibly, secretly from the fate of people,
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Quickly, she passed along the squares.
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Already headlong she left the city,
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Pierced the mountains, crawled along the bottom of the sea.
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And everyone around wanted to see prophetic dreams,
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But no one noticed the crack in someone's fate!
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On that day, we tore the world apart with you,
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Screaming in pain, on the edge of the abyss! |
Sorry!
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But only the wind listened sadly,
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Knowing that bridges cannot be built here...
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On that day, we split the world in half!
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To hell! |
Having let the control into the head of dreams!
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And the rain sadly knocked your tears from your face,
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Sobbing himself with transparent drops of tin ...
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On that day, December said goodbye to November,
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And the wind sang to the rain about the one on the edge...
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And although the blind do not believe in the tears of others,
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The rain saw them and blindly believed in them.
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He walked alone, limping on his left leg,
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So close to God that he could touch,
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But that day everyone was busy with something else,
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And among the gray backs he walked alone... |