Если люди в меня входят, не выходят они...

If people
in me
come in,
they do not go out
out of me.
Kolobrod
inside the dance
through my dumbness gomonya.
The wise men
and fools
crowded, -
to the end they have worn! -
so that my skin heels
they punch
from the inside.
Give a little breath!
Impossible!
I will reabbit
bringing so much happiness
inflicted so many offenses.
What happened to me that?
What do I do with a huge crowd
in my own small breast -
even the police there backwater.
I became a little crazy
for there
in the shadows,
I did not quit any of the women
and they didn't throw me.
Resurrection friendships are clumsy,
like tyranny yourself trying not to
but I only lost friends outside,
but inside did not lose anyone.
Everyone who swore in life,
became friends,
all who only shook hands
have become a new living life
like a fireless secret fire.
All, that created my vain genius
from the flicker of dreams and rains -
not a collection of my writings,
and a collection of these people.
Non-returnable -
like a falling back waterfall.
Who died -
I have been reborn,
who are not yet born -
scream.
The population is too big
unbearable for one
but the soul would not be the soul
if there was no one in it ...