How fleeting perfection

Felix Komarov



How fleeting perfection,
The one that comforts the eye.
Unaware of his bliss,
Trees continue to dispute.
They are noisy, as God is my witness,
Laughing quietly from the bushes.
Birch, a gray-haired children,
The old way to accompany.
All done in the world of the moon.
Each asterisk shelter.
And we arrive, are young forever,
Here to stay for five minutes.
Come mountains and valleys,
Hosanna to the Lord, sing ...
And what seemed a long
As eternity - only five minutes
. Come quivering stars,
Like fireflies among the oak.
And therefore never late,
Go on a mountain river in the alloy.
Trot ... universes like
spray Living and melt on the lips
And at every moment so much life,
What ancient fear recedes.
And even let the fear comes,
He is also a guest for five minutes ...
We danced together with narode-
And now call home.