You don't want to walk next to me! You have your own road.
You don't want to walk next to me!
You have your own road.
We won't meet your eyes.
You have a lot of eyes…
Where are you? Who's next to you?
Why am I so far away?
There was a time, it was necessary.
And the last one I'm a simpleton…
You never will. I know.
Don't get bored...
I regret taking time away.
And I'm sick of you in the distance…
I'm rushing to heaven at night!
I wake up hobbled again.
And there are traps and nets all around.
And lack of money worries me.
It's harder to take off every year!
The old wings are sagging.
The skies are getting colder.
You have your own road.
We won't meet your eyes.
You have a lot of eyes…
You don't want to walk next to me!..-
Grigory Burtaev. Los Angeles. March 08.2021.0700
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