(C) Wlodek Black
Of the empty houses warm
I'll go to New Year's Eve
From the silent phone
And screaming speakers away.
That stand at the open door -
Miracles do not happen now;
I've been in the miracles do not believe
And securely closed the door.
And, slipping obscure shadow
Of fun, as from trouble,
I run away into the yard in stages,
Leaving footprints in the snow ...
But in the vagaries of heat and frost
In the yard of my town
Snow jet salty tears,
Mixed with sand ...
The very first counter pool
Burn with cold water:
"Well, think about who you are needed
On this night, with his trouble? "
Snow delay me for a moment
Throwing in the mud of their slippery waves ...
But where is this cabin
With a rusty labeled "Coin telephone?
Getting up, I go up to her so close,
Seemed really ready to call
In the emptiness of a broken drive
And the dangling wires ...
That's all othodnyak in full.
Not stepped one step into the night,
I stand as stood at the open door,
Not trying to get the keys ...
Let enters my house New Year's Eve,
And friends will be succeeded by voice!
I would have raised a glass of alcohol
For a self-fulfilling miracles ...
Happy New Year!
1998-th year of his eyes spektrumistov:
Questionnaire newspaper "Nicron"
Memo celebrate New Year
Under the chiming clock
Chilling story ...
What and to whom to give the New Year
Once the New Year ...
Congratulate!
Kitchen, or how and what greeted
New Year's Eve
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