Life is sweeter than I would l?

Life is sweeter than I would l?
No, not at all, I wanted
Only to escape from the thicket
Polusnov and mad.
But where I took the b strength,
If night charges me
Whole life together
Dreaming in Irpen?

No one will be in the house,
Except dusk. One
Gray day in the through opening
Nezadernutыh ​​curtains.

The flakes will fall and they will see:
Blue and the sun, quiet and smooth surface.
And we will pardon,
we will believe, live and wait.


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