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Erenday :
Go to the white sneakers on blurred trails
Which seeks to up the windows smoke tobacco timidly
on cement boxes hruschёvok bypassing floors
to meet with the summer heat than cherish

Autumn rain and slush bewitch silently
out of the window as you see on the glass rasstekaet waves
  rainwater , sliding on wires .
weather gives you what you will not find yourself

 surface of puddles we will show how quiet
 bezbashen and at the same time the city on slippery
sidewalks. who is hiding under the collar anger
and despair , seeing the world only damn Bluff

and lies , someone happily stroll
moving slowly through the streets , greedy
breathes freedom , arms outstretched to the sides
feeling the space it befits crows

Slush puddles and mud is a silent witnesses
as children grow up without parental supervision
Words teachers donesut morality to clever ,
they absorb it along with the dirt yards and streets

where will feel back from the depths of evil look ingrown
in asphalt driveways, where from drafts shudder
Colds and your body harsh environment of this place
make check where the plus and where the cross

Soul everywhere hear the sound of rain
And hugs you goosebumps
The soul does not obey runs through the puddles
Goes to the heel off and cries out

blot :
Soul cried I wiped her tears with a handkerchief
woven from hundreds of tangled thread
And hard preobnyav hands hidden in cubicle
From the world of people from their own mistakes

Tangle of ideas weaves weaves me a new vertex
Devoid of hope of love and faith , where on the square
I walk alone, I bad the world is seen only half
blurred picture of the rain beat against the windows

In growling apartments to scold families
In the 7 wells fell my naivete with her I
Swear fealty
But I have not chosen the surface nervously laughing
Burrowing into the mud clinging to the layers of soil ,
What softened ? from raindrops

And this is something whose cradle if you do not understand
Blood and then subtracted from the owner
transformed into life gestures craftsman
polygonal thoughts injured finger

Collected on the tray is divided in portions proportions
I no longer read by her emotions
Rings through the puddles rain heavily hitting writes to us
It seems that we have been waiting for these days
Silent streets wild areas

In humans, there is no more fire did not reach the bottom of the
their belief in miracles becomes cool

The soul can hear the sound of rain
And hugs goosebumps
The soul does not obey runs through the puddles
Goes to the heel and asks out