Silver of their eyes
You doused me, giving me,
Your palm
My timid passion lay down
I loved you,
You didn’t love me, hugging me,
And on the neck of a Lazeza vein
Love froze.
I am your breasts gently
I will touch both my hand and lips,
And in your eyelashes
Our common dawn will break,
After all, it flies over us
Our guardian angel flies,
Driving away from us
Black Angels of trouble.
Thinking tonight
I will give you a bliss,
In the languid heart
Hollow, everything is sweeping away, fire.
I’m not afraid of anything
And I do not believe in the past or in the fie,
Only my lips
You touch your lips quietly.
From your lips
The kiss of the kiss will stop,
And on the atlas of the shoulders
He will leave a crooking trace.
“Hallelujah you,
Hallelujah you, Hallelujah!” –
From crimson heights
I whisper shocked in response.
Silver of their eyes
You doused me, rejecting me,
On your palms
My timid passion has died,
I will remember your light,
That so illuminates me in the night,
But forever mine again
The indifference of the haze will come down.
Saint Petersburg,
August 2, 1997
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