Words, words...

Words, words... There are so few of them in Russia, To describe the feel of the palette – Bent voice of broad love And I silence the tenderness of the insightful light. The days are passing... Thoughts, words and dates It takes forever to burn, but it’s the only time to wash. And we can deprive them of their fortunes, Leaning his shoulder on the life of Sivini. Feel the senses - the flow is pure, Children's chirping and tears come... Everything is intertwined: everyday life - In one share, in one’s share. The Lord's mercy has consumed the soul, The path was illuminated with an unforgettable light. To figure it all out, we don’t have enough, Ale stench now, melodiously, yay.