Letter to my brother
Between the heart and the heart, when,
Took them to dreams and events
Into the endless distance of the train.
Don't scatter those old ties,
The pain of the soul, taking on the chest.
Our conscience does not tolerate accidents,
Be happy, be enthusiastic!
Wait for the final separation is not necessary,
Our memory of friendship & nbsp; live.
Stretched from the country garden
We have a cordial connection to each other.
We treat each other fairly.
Peter beckons into the morning smoke.
Life got with the rain, and a Blizzard,
Our memory is young.
Belarus has opened all doors,
You were a friend, and now you're my brother.
The distance of the heart will not divide,
Time will not roll back.
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Григорий Казазаев 13.01.2020 18:17 Заявить о нарушении