Night is going on the streets
With the starry tread of queens.
Words and numbers easiness
Near the high Heaven bridge
Scattered bird feathers…
Won`t forget no one of us
Fete of lips and hurt of eyes.
Take away me in your links,
For this line of your knees
I would kiss for one last time.
Only glass of whiskey on table.
Wind is crying outside window
By agony resonating in me
Screams of that young Heaven.
It`s not easy – give you out
To the sails of wind and birds.
Maybe I won`t understand,
Maybe I won`t ever know
You among thousands women faces.
Albeit my eyes are quiet.
Mutely watching on the sky.
If someone will catch my sight –
And will rush to make step back.
I don`t know myself – why…
Only glass of whiskey on table.
Wind is crying outside window
By agony resonating in me
Screams of that young Heaven.
Glass of whiskey on table
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