Мне жаль, что тебя не застал летний ливень...

I'm sorry summer rain didn't catch you
On a July night on the Baltic Gulf
You have not seen the magic of these lines

A wave that is pleasant to touch with your hands
The sand on which the stones are scattered
A landscape that has not changed here for centuries

I'm sorry we won't catch the train again
Which will pass this time zone
The arrow that pulls to the pole

What will not reflect the party in that compartment
The window where they change the picture all the time
And we won’t wake up in the morning hugging

Late
At night
Through all commas
Finally reached the point
The address
mail
Do not worry
I will not devote a single line to you.

Quiet
Sounds
At night
They rarely reach me
Dancing
Letters
I write
And I never wait for an answer

Thoughts
Rhymes
The light remained
There was a sound, the rest was erased
Go out
Figures
I called
To just hear a voice

Rider
Measurement
Rider Measurement
The river has become closely in line
Edging
Facets
I like
Not needing a reciprocal feeling