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Hare
< cinico
Moscow
The vicious circle through the mirror,
Dear lonely wanderer,
In the open, the unknown distance,
I release the solar hare.
Flee, my friend, without looking away,
While the sky is not a single cloud,
On the pavement,
faded by time On the stairs, the creaking of the burden.
Run, leaping, jumping higher,
By branches, wire, hurry - do not tarry,
Closer to home, where
under the roof One window covered with a curtain.
And, counting the pegs on the balcony,
On the cornice will not break barely,
You jump to it on the window sill,
And call me to ride on the swings.
Moscow
The vicious circle through the mirror,
Dear lonely wanderer,
In the open, the unknown distance,
I release the solar hare.
Flee, my friend, without looking away,
While the sky is not a single cloud,
On the pavement,
faded by time On the stairs, the creaking of the burden.
Run, leaping, jumping higher,
By branches, wire, hurry - do not tarry,
Closer to home, where
under the roof One window covered with a curtain.
And, counting the pegs on the balcony,
On the cornice will not break barely,
You jump to it on the window sill,
And call me to ride on the swings.
