What should to say? I'll be quiet if I meet you.
I would like us to be friends.
But tall, smiley, eternal,
You will only dream in that temple again.
Where is our home? I am passing all the time.
Where is our world? Waiting for the miracle.
I'm stuck somewhere in between hope
And the desire to leave nowhere.
We will not meet. Different countries.
You are my Russian, who never been to Russia.
Your speech recovers old wounds.
We will not run barefoot in the village.
I write hopelessly and bluntly.
The addressees are not waiting for my letters.
I got into that happiness in very strange way,
And now I expect a punishment.