the life is which is.
as a rule, too short.
we won't manage to do, everything.
to use, and it is necessary,
and already to pass quickly,
on the other side
not necessarily along
street zebra crossings.
the life is which is.
as a rule, too short.
to long love,
to long jealousy,
for long... I don't,
like you because..
on hate, a place is missing.
the life is which is.
as a rule, too short.
we won't manage to do, everything.
to use, and it is necessary,
and already to pass quickly,
on the other side
not necessarily along
street zebra crossings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem