полная версия
Иоланта Ариковна Сержантова
В одной тональности…
Without love…
Mi line of story, line of thoughts.
Just now up, just now down.
In one's own ways I see to birds,
Because and always I has drown.
I was skin-diver, I was young.
The lake of soul was another…
I can not trick. I'm here beyond,
When I was lovely for my mother.
And what I have at this old -time?
And Where are smiles from dear parents?
The sky is dark without planets,
The sky is light without lie!
