И хочется просто по-детски плакать, До сбитых коленок...

And I just want to cry like a child
To crouched knees to crawl to you.
A blind slush lies on the city
Slightly under the sharpness sharpness.
Spring falls on the city in pieces:
That rain, then the sun, then the air, blue.
Listen, we ruin our hands
What someone did not dare to ask for.
Listen, we believe in some signs,
In some given poles;
To me this world turned inside out
In the absence of laughter and voice.
This world has become callous and cruel to me,
And I was numb away from my eyes
I'm even in a dream, like a jealous teenager,
Stubbornly solve puzzles about us.
And you just want to sob under the chatter
Tap water, washing mascara,
And grin in the mirror a monkey
And stomp on the mirror of silly puddles
Stir the reflection with dusty foam
Biting my lip to bloody wounds
You know you were the first
Who is so impressed with me ... fool.
I'm all trying to get rid of that tenderness
What colors the sky and lasts fate
But, you know, something happened between ...
And I can’t already, I can’t ...
Neither live differently, nor sing, nor cry,
Not a way to draw otherwise in darkness.
Dream me hear? Though there, even so I
I’ll stroke and hug you.
And I just want to cry like a child
From the impossibility of being different:
Yard touching dog,
Walking in the morning for you.