Razgulyatsya in the maze
From the bushes, from the construction site and from the night. There's something you can meet.
Drink and drink from the throat as you like
Sometimes silent.
Let the trees weep, cry, cry,
choked in a hundred thousand thirst
leaf. Oh, cheerful boy,
You are quite gray and sad.
Look: it's like this:
As if three passions could not resist,
Or someone with wings running, A
suitcase in one hand holding, A
silhouette appears in the lunar background:
Like a cat, maybe a dog.
Ah, the tree, how can you not cry,
In this window looks yellow.
