Note at Chervonozoryany Avenue ..

< Alexander Oleshko



During the pass blows boredom
sun beam pierces me

Smoke breaks to pieces the dream

Happiness moment I drink to the bottom
cigarettes I do not see you today I want
But the fog alternates me these images
Where are we on Peron and you're into the void

You lace
urban sunset Sun played shadow your
Time passed and thoughts somewhere
Escort you pushing lanterns lights

I did not ask for respect
timidity I do not make love and cherish
I do not live in captivity
his pride If I do not leave going to lock your door

You go away, necessarily very
World look, scratched himself
About blackthorn branch of his loneliness
You run away from the fire into space in November