Licked at the showers Marching the boulevards, hiding in the collar of the coat.And clear step steps trotuarnaja the rustle of tires night auto. Empty soul, but bleeding wound That he himself sewed you in a hurry.You thought — it heals. But apparently, Randi Jay put the Requiem rain. And the wind tears of yesterday’s posters.You the pieces of the puzzle slaveslovely: I want you to hear “the Drifting snow with maple trees under the feet of the foliage. And smoke the cigarette of doubt,Include the memory that the string was torn.You suddenly hit the point of otpravlenia a note on the post — I’ve been waiting for”