We take all roads and none of them
And winter wind is here, against us
It blows in churches, night and day
It sings, and songs put out the candles
It often seems that far away
By darkish walls, around the corner
Where our steps and songs have stayed
There's another singing walker
I'm looking at the winter wind
Afraid to understand, to deepen
I'm turning pale, I wait. I will
Tell no one there to look slippy
I know it all. But here it's us.
From now, the only way to handle:
That lane is only we who pass
And no one's putting out the candles
Everynowhere - Блок
© Copyright: Юрий Гаевский, 2015
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