I take off the sea of my childhood.
I do not have a memory of age.
Somewhere up my arms are up
to the only life of the sun.
Maybe she's expecting me there in the mirror
some smile I do not believe.
The walls are covered with colorful posters,
the old talisman is for repair.
I buy holes for holes.
The light butterflies in my footsteps hide.
The sky is wrapped in their soft letters,
before the water in him crazy to break through.
But the verses have the will of the criminals.
We do not warm, cold in the puppet's eyes
with childish curiosity, the sea will redeem
and the pain will be physical.
Goodbye and Kisses ...