1.
My strings are the voice of the nation.
My words are the voice of the sun.
I do not wait for salvation.
I know that this should be done.
Rain in the city. The long distance.
The sad man is running down the street.
I do not believe in my existence,
But I must finish my suite.
I can be late
Meeting Life.
2.
Birds singing outside the window.
In my mind thousands of lines.
My soul is frozen. This is winter.
Every day my life gives me signs.
I believe that someday I'll become another,
And that someday I'll leave from here.
Goodbye! I'll go away with my free souther.
I'm not afraid! This wind is my seer.
I Can Be Late
© Copyright: Евгений Золототрубов, 2018
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