I said, that the leaf destroys the bud.
And what a seed, falling into bad soil,
does not escape; that meadow with a clearing
there is an example of masturbation, given in nature.
I sit by the window, embraced his knees,
in the company of your own heavy shadow.
My song was devoid of motive,
but you can't sing it in chorus. No wonder,
what is my reward for such speeches
no one puts their feet on their shoulders.
I sit by the window in the dark; how fast,
the sea thunders behind the wavy curtain.
Second-class citizen, proudly
I recognize as second-class goods
your best thoughts and the days to come
I give them as an experience of dealing with choking.
I sit in the dark. And she's no worse
in the room, than the darkness outside.
