The lamp is switched off and lying almanac,
And if there something left behind untold – then no step back!
Deceptive sounds are, but silence bends,
When in the midst of fun a glass of wine falls from your hands.
Black color of the room, for bullet barrel waits,
So quiet that it is possible to really hear the subway trains!
The regiments on square, dark ending of a line,
I haven’t heard but anything than calling beeps for so long time.
And somewhere slams the door, and tremor on the wire,
Hello! We will be happy with you now, and till the end.