У нас на двоих одна Голгофа,  Одна чашка...

We have one Calvary for two,

One cup of coffee and one dream.

One catastrophe and a little morphine for sleep.

One doubt, one eclipse

And fatal longing

And no salvation

From this islet.

All because we are far away

And see each other only occasionally.

This makes my head hurt a lot

And throat, because I’m tired of screaming,

But most of all, you’re afraid that you’ll become silent,

That you put up, lay down in bed

And now no longer pumping.

We have one cigarette for two,

CUT The same two weeks of summer,

The same hassle and high beam lights,

One victory

Only I'm not talking about that.

Two people had enough faces,

To keep him and not be afraid of anything,

In order not to be confused by topics,

To always be able to rise

Bend yourself, but smile.

So that you don’t have to look at anyone

Do not apologize, do not beg

To shine

Refract in the rays

Moving away, only approaching.

Those who parted are weak

Who turned away.

Those who shut up are not forgiven.


We have one bottle for two,

One scam and two nape.

We cook this porridge together.

We have a thousand lives for two, and each of ours.

We have a thousand thoughts for two

And forty years of experience.

And I wouldn’t like to cry,

You can’t humiliate yourself!

Brave need to live

Wider and more courageous.

Tighten hug

It doesn’t mean to be a rag.

You need to become softer

Slightly softer.

For two of us, one seal on the heart,

One old age

And millions by the door.

We have one bonfire for two,

From it we will bask.


Nika Sergeevna.


p.s. I just love it sooooo ... and I wanted to have it on my page ...



 















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Kiss me with the taste of tobacco

Make a wine-stained bed

I'll leave tomorrow, but for now

Keep me in the loop.


Sit with me on the edge

We will build a weather forecast,

I'm still smoking,

May the Great Lent lighten.


Scream at me from the ceiling

Let the rarefied light gleam

I'll leave tomorrow, but for now

Keep me in the loop.


Talk to me about glass

And about the brickwork on the walls,

About steps on sacred water

Which has a crimson hue.


We will die by a hundred and forty

The will lies on the table.

I'm already leaving

But you yet

You hold

Me

In the loop.


Nika Sergeevna 03/25/2012
















 








If I promise you,

Do not listen!

If I forgive

Do not believe!

It dries me every morning

Every night they drag them to bed.

I will not be honest with you

Inclined to lie, looking in the eyes.

Between the second and the first

Black line.

Between the truth and the lie

As usual, without loss.

If you take the reins more firmly,

You can be bolder!

And if something whispers

Or if trouble happens,

Then take a cheaper ticket

And come here.

No explanation is needed here

And words are hardly needed.

Here for your salvation

I would like to be alone.


NIKA 01/25/2013


If without sex, redheads and Pall Mall,

Is it really poetry?

If no one went left,

So the sights are not accurate

And the triggers are not debugged.


If we have wine and whore

Every day along the way

Is it really worth laughing at?

This whole city is MATOM and gloss

Drawn on the chest.


Souls still fall low

All this is sur and brothel.

Redhead, you are still in the city of RISK,

I'm brown-eyed and uncompromising

How the

compromise

Sep

April.


NIKA 04.23.2013