Много, слишком много о протеста, о политике, революции....

Too much, too much about protest, about politics, revolution. Every day we fight at work, on the road, and now come out with demonstrations, posts, unlocks and all these noisy external contacts with the world. I wanted to dilute it with another, internal and independent of all geoneopolitism (probably there is no such word. Then it is mine. Let it be in my note)

Will you wait ?! May comes there
And there will be sun in November
Although January is still outside the window
And the emptiness as in February

Empty streets of the soul
Without fillings and umbrellas
And in such a familiar "sorry"
Civil strife of houses

And the morning is gloomy
No meanders
Slap pushes and sleepy phrases
Like that is not the first "first time

Probably, in general, you're wrong
Like rain without snow in December
Million I see different tracks
In the dull familiar darkness

And temper to temper need not be multiplied
Without words, remnants and phrases
Now of course you will offer
Itself! First time first

I don't give a damn - they were silent
Without their advice, as always
I was beckoned like they were strumming!
Your bracelets are wires ...

May of the second decade comes
Will cover city spring
Goosebumps
Forgotten Sweet Fire

How well the sun warms me
In large plastic glasses
And my heart beats very loudly
In iron cramped wires

You be patient without promising
Love to the grave
She forgave him all his life
No tears, reproaches and longing

Run my angel, that is strength
Until you get it out completely
His and thoughts and impulses
Of all its subcutaneous regimens

Reasonably everything that comes to us
It will pass like that.
And it’s important that it goes away
Alien - definitely not yours!

A little bit more and will be summer
I honestly promise you
And the sun sea and sand
Love will come when the time comes!

4/12/11