Ждать, как ребенок от тебя ответа,
На это тратя все свободные минуты,
И с нетерпением ждать прихода лета,
Пожалуй, будет слишком глупо.

Я выхожу во двор - смеются дети,
Бросая мяч о стену гаража,
Дороже всех ты не родных на свете,
Но как-то легче без тебя.

Скорей бы май и солнце,
По глазам нещадно бьет,
Кожу одевает в бронзу,
Озаряя чистый небосвод.

Скорей бы зелень расцвела,
Сухой асфальт и мини юбки,
Короче - поздняя весна
И вой котов сплошные сутки.

My soul - dress iron

How many times I gave myself a vow,
Do not carry a heavy burden,
In the left confident cocks,
The right thigh stabbed himself.

And ringing from the fingertips,
Electricity of each vertebra,
I have many allowed to stay,
And all you need could not be saved.

You look at me point-blank,
Looking for answers in view of detachment,
And I'm a bumbling thief
Hit the jackpot, he is not happy.

You drink wine, I was overcome by shyness,
I look out the window behind you,
Somewhere in there lives my erstwhile lightness,
She lives apart from us to you.

And I find her barely audible cry,
Being slightly deaf in one ear,
I understand her without any words,
It speaks to the soul does not need a hearing.

I am leaving you in the heart,
And I wish you eternal happiness,
Freedom-loving - freedom,
My soul - dress iron.