В комнате цветных пелерин
Mariya Chaykovskaya
In the room of colored cloaks
and while this fly will be stroking its paws
I will say that everything is fine with me
on average a person can lie up to two hundred thousand times a day
so I will lie now
and then you will leave
you will leave, and I will stay
the heart will become strange
senseless fatigue
and I will be afraid to be left alone
in this room of colored cloaks
with cloaks tied by you on me
kiss me
kiss me until the rays do not aim at us
while we still feel something
while we are still here
kiss me
I hate it when you are so needed
then things can be much worse
you exhale: we have an hour
an hour
just one hour
your hands are warm
so the shot will be accurate
there will be clear circles on the water
and with a thin branch I will remain watching
how they fly down swiftly
teach me like this, please
and I will be silent
never. nowhere about this
I will not be afraid to be left alone
in this room of colored cloaks
with cloaks tied by you on me
kiss me until the rays do not aim at us
while we still feel something
while we are still here
kiss me
I hate it when I need you so much
then things can be much worse
you exhale: we have an hour
an hour
just an hour
and we lay down our weapons on the carpet
