выйди, послушай небо, может быть, станет легче, если...

come out, listen to the sky, maybe it will be easier if you open the windows, the wind breaks through the windows; I'll play a wet tune for you on a swing, turn a page, the leaves are flying north, rain covers the ground in gray newspaper font, a sonnel sits in a shed, sprinkles through cracks; come out, listen to the sky, the sky with a wheezing heart, I know that you walk in the summer in a long flowered skirt, in a thin transparent shawl, maybe it will become easier; whether there is a smile in the eyes, or a spark in the eyelashes, is there hot coffee, if the lips are frozen; someone's bare thoughts cough on the krylechku; come out, listen to the sky, it doesn’t matter at all, gentle breathing catches open space, a flock of aldebarans is moving towards the waterway, a footpath with milky shores under their feet, rainbow fragments fly from under their hoofs; the matter is already at dawn, so far from the field; come out, listen to the sky, the room smells like mint, clean hair, quiet voices; if there is no coffee, light a lamp at least; whether in the eyes of a smile, or warmed fingers, or whether the strings are subject to gentle breath; if you are too close, maybe you are september?