Hour - to understand yourself, while still quiet.
The most difficult time of the night before dawn
In childhood, in the forest, the dawn smelled of strawberries,
Now there is a smell of vodka, and in principle there is no difference.
One year of loneliness is equal to three years of life
No matter how many battles are not boiling in your head,
Here everyone for himself, only will survive hardly -
Give me hope, be on my side.
You hear, be on my side,
This is not a military order. This is a simple request.
You know, I have no one else,
I know the taste of lies, but now I'm not lying.
Even when your blood is on your lips,
Even when I'm wrong,
Even when I lead a hopelessly lost battle
Even if I'm not right and there is no goal
Even when there are no forces left
And I'll fall in the blood and mud
You hear, be on my side always.
By the fact that I so asked
I know, the morning will burst into dawn.
And this will be the last peaceful dawn.
Hello friend, you wanted to be a poet?
Well, I ask you to the embrasure - now you're a poet.
There were arteries of trails and oases of stations,
All that you have seen, write down, and it's time,
Peacefully live only those who have nothing to fight,
You became too old, you realized that this is a war.
Tex poems Sashka-cat. Transfer 
