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Girl Fields
She lay in the field
Girl Fields
There was a field.
Each passerby
He was lying into the will
Each field
Gave the will.
The field has dried up
The grass is dry.
No longer beckons
In the field of the spring.
It became a passerby
It’s boring in the field
Do not wander
They are on a picnic.
The field is silent
He howls the fields
Quietly yourself
He beats on the knees
The field is waiting
Roll the fields.
Fields already
Nothing awaits.

She was made of thin heat -resistant glass
On fire can be placed without fear
Often water boiled in it
And the room was filled with a steam of doubt.
With such hot I want to be
Feel life every degree
Turn into a thin thread
Sake a heart with a needle of joy.
Alas, the time did not spare her
Excessive care, surrounding people
She did not notice how the glass burst
Legs scalded the rudeness of speeches.
People in the crowd will not recognize her
Parents will not even look.
From a dish of silver groats pecks
Raven white in black soot

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Get your head
On my shoulder

Turn the wing hands
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
The kiss is hot.

Even if in love
Even if the heart is empty
In anticipation of new meetings
After heavy partings
If in the sky is the moon
If tea is poured in a glass
If autumn outside the window
If the wind blows sipper
If in the church around the corner
Someone whispers a syllable of prayer.
On the day of the worker
On a weekend
When the dream is tired ...
You can start everything from the beginning
Very scary
Be alone!

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Get your head
On my shoulder

Turn the wing hands
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
The kiss is hot.

Flowers in a vase
Wine on the table
Paints on the canvas
The body is in the shower.
An alarm clock for five
The heart is pain in the heart
In the throat of the bone
In the chair is a husband.

Beer in the hand
The remote control in the hand
Member to the neighbor
Barbara Suku.

Thoughts out
Soul in flight
Birusha in the ears
Sushi in the mouth.
Day a day
Night at night
Daughter
The son of the other
Life from the shoulders
In the brain current
Knife in the side
The body is in the stock.

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Get your head
On my shoulder

Turn the wing hands
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
The kiss is hot.

Old songs
I will not sing anymore.
Heart -to -cordial
He will drown out a heart scream.
And believe me
What is yours
And more
Nobody
This moment is the last
And the first moment.
The sky is gray asphalt
Throw in the face.
This is more pleasant
Than emptiness ...
I'm sitting on the couch
And rain in glass.
And huge drops
Flow from the face.

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Get your head
On my shoulder

Turn the wing hands
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
The kiss is hot.