Иволге петь

"But the banks
driving fog
Odor krosheva.
Night scolded
Murmur may -
They waited for the good.
cover his vain
In the ashes of traces -
Twilight seen.
In clusters medaren
Breast ryadil,
Squinted idol.
And strict stroke
I prophesied
Noon to wash with tears.
Nothing that Axe
Violently rocks -
Laughter does not return the slaughter.
Do not bother
Looking to carry
By jealous hands.
Caught in uzer,
Smugol and wild,
Name back to the cortex.
Otzelenela steppe
In the autumn rain hurt -
In the glitter frozen creek.
Following rinsing
Yaren - urochitsa,
Burning does not take into account.
flashes rushed
Color consuming,
Wrest language site.
Zatesi inuri
Cry, "" is mute! "" -
Zara better rumor.
Ivolga sing
Copper on the lip, -
Rowing in unison!
In the years barbel
Lights forelock
Truth handfuls