Проба пера, строго не судите =)
The last leaf fell half a year ago.
We have to live in winter,
Feel frost and see the hills of snow,
Run to survive like sprinters.
We simply have a lack of time
When Sun shines like in summer.
We even can accept a crime
'cause tired are, oh, Momma.
I cry: «Where are, you, saving spring,
That's for six months expected?»
So sound my nerves like a string,
And all things seem suspected.
But when I, dear, speak to you
I can forget disasters.
Then, we should now build a crew
To make time pass much faster.
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© Copyright: Александр Васьков, 2010
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