Dreams are not in vain.
As the standards of beauty,
There are women are beautiful,
But how beautiful are all the dreams.
You are so beautiful: Olya, Nadia, Katya,
Tatiana and Marina, and Christina,
When the men are with you at sunset,
And at dawn these same men!
He loved so much, but he was so angry!
His favorite goat,
With girl-friends and "behind the eyes"
It was not at all tenderly called by his goat.
Girlfriends also spoke for the goats and for the cats,
And this seems to be husbands.
And the goats shooting their little eyes around like a gun,
To attract wanted for themselves the largest livestock.
You should be so!
You such should be!
And you want to not live,
And you want to howl!
Loving promise to the grave
But in life it usually happens,
Before the coffin one survives.
You're not the first, and not the second,
Probably not even the last.
The one we call sometimes,
Our stormy youth, heir.
He did not like her and she did not like her.
He did not caress her and she did not caress her.
He forgot her and she forgot,
Because I did not know, because I did not know.
All they have in front: both love and separation.
Everything is behind them: freedom and will.
Loneliness is a bitch!
Loneliness - share!
Life, like a copper crescent,
Quickly - quickly melts!
He is so good
And she is!
And all the more beautiful than love
Not a sweet dream!
And how the blood boils in the veins,
When she is only for him, and for her only he!
And only the classics Esenin or Pushkin,
They could write with an open heart
The words are: "Dear old woman!",
Emphasizing the feminine become!
Do you hear Morse code? Dash - dash - the point!
This I go shuffling my feet and leaning on the cane!
For me, Everest is now every hummock
And I'm no longer the boss here, but an uninvited guest.