Not that I'm going crazy, but tired of the summer.
Shirt in the locker polezesh, and the day is lost.
hurry to, whether, winter came and brought it all –
cities, men, but to begin with - Green.
I will not sleep undressed or read any
place someone else's book, meanwhile, the remnants of,
like a dog, escaped from the blind,
move in the right place asphalt.
It is when you forget the tyrant's middle name,
and the saliva in the mouth sweeter halva Shiraz,
and, although your brain twisted, like the horn of a ram,
Nothing drips of blue eyes.