Slept a weary night... You took me to the mown grass,
The crickets were filled, drunk dried up grass.
Up in the sky. stripped bright the janitor,
And in the East hung in the morning, red eyebrow.
"I love you!"Tickled me in the chest not for the first time,
The smell of mint came in like love for Breasts.
A month in the sky jumped, as if it were a real rider,
And in the grove near brought the song of the Nightingale.
Kisses flowed, believe me, they heard by the fate of,
We hid from the sky, though the moon looked because of the clouds.
He rode away... Along the way, the cloud tore,
A favorite every time parks and parks kissed.