The night was dark, The leaves… (Leonid Martynov )

The night was dark, The leaves, the noise From the wind — whistle At the drop of granularity, And people have inquisitive mind And live resistant ability. And we live, But the thing is, though, and That I hold over myself, But the quantum of life is simple, there Are still shortages. Can’t recognize the enemy And to distinguish truth from flattery, And stumbles leg, As if out of the blue. But only Stumbles this way And everything will be in place at once: the noise of leaves, and light and darkness. And again forever clear mind!