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Flowers in his hands, flowers in his hands from me
He holds and smells flowers, and I brought them to him
He is glad that a beautiful bouquet, presented to him, undoubtedly
He loves red, he will stand long and true

I will quietly inform him and lower the crystal
I'll pour transparent water from the light, I'll swing the stems with a cold look
He will rather walk and cast his eyes to the right and left.
He will be ready to wash the path with empty tears

Etc.
Present, I bring him
In return, don’t need to give anything
He will say - the gift to you is me
But do you need an answer, no

He thinks everything is fine, everything is as it was in the beginning - now
He looks for the presence of reason in thoughts, but does not even find himself
He took the wrong step, but did not notice him, what a pity
And you have to love yourself so much, you won't recognize me in the crowd

All thoughts now are not about him, but simply about the life in which we live
Descend from heaven to earth, please, or it will be later.