Good night, the friend!
I shall tell both in pleasure and in sorrow.
Well and in opinion of the sea,
And a small asterisk of dream is visible only...
Dreams, desires of minute
And infinite seconds
That pulls for a sleeve forward.
We rest, try to run
Back. Only to not see those hours!
The shirt is to be broken!
And to see infinitely dreams...
Dreams, that so are sweet and favorable!
Love they both are full of happiness,
And the river of pleasure from tears.
It is not visible here only one dreams.
Neither dreams good, nor bad.
They are not present at all. But for an instant to
We want to cry again…
And dreams are not present... Where fear?
And the fear is not present. You slept.
You even loudly did not shout,
That is very strange. Dreams are bad...
Has fallen asleep your reason. Why?
In fact dreams are sweet and so are viscous!
As those lilac clouds
Among white clouds fly...
And the sky dark-blue such!
What is only in fairy tales!
And from your innocent the eye
Flows tear.
Well such? - I do not know.
I understand nothing.
I want the nobility and to understand,
All that is on this white light!
It is miracles, the child!
The nature to not understand!
Understand, the lovely friend!...
You nevertheless such are small
And so to reflect became,
What even it is terrible to present me
As you will argue then.
Be not discouraged, the fighter for the truth!
We too would like to learn
What to do to us, greater children
Here, in this world. The world is rigid...
And even the small leaf
Will close the truth. In a corner
You will sit down. You will silently begin to roar.
We shall smile - you will fall asleep.
Absolutely you are a child, understand...
And silently, silently, silently sleep...
You see dreams -
They are fine!
And paints of a life so are awful!...
You sleep - do not cry.
Do not know grief.
Do not be lonely.
Of dreams only do not joke.
Good night, the friend!
I shall tell both in pleasure and in sorrow.
In your eyes the sea,
And a small asterisk of dream is visible only...