Владимир Герун - Мир, Россия и Воркута. Почему в мире идут войны за ресурсы?

© Владимир Герун, 2017

ISBN 978-5-4485-7089-6

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

I remember your taste on lips,

My love, fine spring,

In fact up to you I wandered in the dark

About one day with you of spring oblivion…

In fact up to you I wandered in the dark

About one day with you of spring oblivion…

And we have got acquainted casually with you,

You went along the street and cried timidly,

And heart has compressed so, well an angel, my God,

And so me it, – well all has inside touched.

And heart has compressed so, well an angel, my God,

And so me it, – well all has inside touched.

I have approached and is silent so have asked, —

«Well happens, lovely princess?»

And your sight so desperately asked,

«I do not find without the friend to myself a place».

And your sight so desperately asked,

«I do not find without the friend to myself a place».

By what there the friend, a kitten was lost,

And you similar cried about it,

And instead of cat I with you have remained,

In the evenings we purr together.

And instead of cat I with you have remained,

In the evenings we purr together.

I remember your taste on lips,

My love, fine spring,

In fact up to you I wandered in the dark

About one day with you of spring oblivion…

In fact up to you I wandered in the dark

About one day with you of spring oblivion…