Poluigra, polulyubov

Oh, unspent tenderness
Random gift autumn dreams.
Random error of the lips and the lines
Poluigra, polulyubov.

Chance of silence over the world,
And the two specks began two
Soar over bylem hateful,
From the statute of bad luck.

And in a frenzy of desire
Prior to inability boundaries
All the bitterness of past expectations,
Your kings, queens, my,

And naked solitude,
Already one another without sparing,
Compounds want
Under serokryliem rain.

But God yearning - autumn dawn - is already preparing the way separations,
And our destinies carousel
Doomed to a new circle.



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