The sun and shoulders, wind and hair;
Time wearily is divided into strips;
Life in the promise of the eternal spring.
I write you a poem
It startes with the invocation
Lady, young lady, you're irrevocably drunk!
Give me your hand 'cause it isn't simple
To crawl in the clean air
On a square meter of leprous earth.
I will give you your guy
Secret vows and authentication
The sun and the wind in a glass of dry Chablis.
The sun and the smell of white acacia,
In may so it is difficult not to fall into the levitation —
Life in the sensation of the light fault.
The light of forgiveness in the moment of the rapture,
In it lies the essence of seduction.
Lady, lady, you are very pale!
Pale facial expressions crumpled grace
I obtain the inheritance of the scenery
Life with a sense of light troubles.
Lady, my dear, your doubts,
Only components of the equation
Life under the rays of a happy star.