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This IS THE LIFE
Inna Yarova
You have the window chilled the white mountains, I have here a spring, stumbling on the ice, jump... And your interplanetary: "what are our years!" disappears in the sun like a shy snow Bunny. I hope the pain subsides, your life adjusted, the aircraft soar in the blue without delays... you Know, I can speak to you in dreams and even to comprehend the parallelism of the worlds and running into the sunset... rails not meeting anywhere – neither on the streets nor in the air, is not included either in one of the portals offered to me, I'm changing, even though I live still in the sublunary world, s'est la vie – a sort of balance that, in General, not so little.
You have the window chilled the white mountains, I have here a spring, stumbling on the ice, jump... And your interplanetary: "what are our years!" disappears in the sun like a shy snow Bunny. I hope the pain subsides, your life adjusted, the aircraft soar in the blue without delays... you Know, I can speak to you in dreams and even to comprehend the parallelism of the worlds and running into the sunset... rails not meeting anywhere – neither on the streets nor in the air, is not included either in one of the portals offered to me, I'm changing, even though I live still in the sublunary world, s'est la vie – a sort of balance that, in General, not so little.
