all taken away: and strength and love.
In the doghouse city abandoned body
Not pleased sun. feeling, blood
Me quite froze.
Merry Muses of nature do not recognize:
She looks and did not say a word,
A head in the dark tend wreaths,
Iznemozhennaя, on my chest.
Only conscience every day terrible
rages: great tribute wants.
covering his face, I answered her ...
But there is no more no tears, no excuses.