How good it is that these are only dreams!
Scraps of memory.
Traces Of Someone Else's War.
The relationship between us.
The touches are gentle..
The war of words.
The years are gone.
We lived in silence.
Or rather, we wanted to live!
We were hoping for something.
Read the reports
About someone else's war.
We were treated with vodka
from this very vodka.
Worked hard.
On whom??
They are in the shadows.
For them - the Canaries!
Or even Malta.
And we have one glass going in a circle.
And in the night there is a war.
And they beat someone roughly…
Relationships.
Rough Wall.
She's been growing for a long time,
and deafness.
And the emptiness between us.
The soul is empty
And without vodka, I'm all drunk.
The war is noisy with words.
How good it is that these are only dreams!
Would you wake up?!
Live peacefully.
Without war... -
Grigory Burtaev. Los Angeles. May 01.2022.2055
How good it is that these are only dreams!
Scraps of memory.
Traces Of Someone Else's War.
The relationship between us.
The touches are gentle..
The war of words.
The years are gone.
We lived in silence.
Or rather, we wanted to live!
We were hoping for something.
Read the reports
About someone else's war.
We were treated with vodka
from this very vodka.
Worked hard.
On whom??
They are in the shadows.
For them - the Canaries!
Or even Malta.
And we have one glass going in a circle.
And in the night there is a war.
And they beat someone roughly…
Relationships.
Rough Wall.
She's been growing for a long time,
and deafness.
And the emptiness between us.
The soul is empty
And without vodka, I'm all drunk.
The war is noisy with words.
How good it is that these are only dreams!
Would you wake up?!
Live peacefully.
Without war... -
Grigory Burtaev. Los Angeles. May 01.2022. 2055
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