хлопья... Покровский Павел Там кто-то сверху с...

cereals...
Pokrovsky Pavel
There’s someone on top in the morning,
throwing flakes over his head ...
Well, who invented you like that,
so I go crazy with you like that ...

We can often - sometimes in smoke, then in shreds,
but someone above is a mountain for us
I'm all from pauses and dots
and you - from cute long phrases ...

You hate my mockery
and I - questions from afar,
you love - with feeling and arrangement,
and I - with a run and a condachka ...

But if something makes the soul
it makes no sense to fool, no matter how you twist,
what nonsense - debriefing
with the one without which - crawl crawling ...

And may we be angry and tear evil
and often in the shower a mess,
but I have no doubt
you're in my life for a reason ...