This year in autumn
We are still frozen into the wrong
bed.
Listen, I do not know who I am:
Estimated girl, damn it?
And so it is important?
The walls are still a
painted color
And without any graffiti.
I want in my house
were only your oranges.
And your hands stroked my
hands.
Does anyone really
Prohibits trust too
strong…
And what's the difference?
If the milk by plate
will result
All I wanted to tell you.
And instead of your presence
Only negreyuschy fever in
others' beds…
Although if you look
objectively,
Then what's the difference?
The difference in a sense.