Missing calls, disappearing from radar screens Bashny.Net

< Sergei Voronov
Bat Yam



Missing calls, disappearing from radar screens,
By deceiving the whole world, spit on the accounts and affairs,
We meet to share the mysterious gift
Finding a welcome source of heat in the ice.

These meetings - as a miracle. So it seems fine
World news endless everyday trash.
We can only watch as the rotating arrow,
Each of turnover evenly dividing in half.

And suddenly not met, scraped heat on the bottom of the barrel.
Hiding in suspended animation, and we shall show no nose out of their holes.
So goes half my life ... you live with a man half of his life,
Day which sometimes turns, like a death sentence.

And we rvёmsya run. Human unaccountable naivety.
But even before they reach the not-so-deep gray hairs,
Disappear from the radar and again calls miss.
But once the arrows, I feel, will not follow.