Eugene Oparin. Tonight I cut the wings (№ 29964)

Tonight I cut the wings
Therefore, so vile whine the shoulders.
And everything I feared became a reality,
And the mantra was the phrase,"Time heals".
Tonight the wings broke off
Movement is rough and uncompromising...
I remember I once promised,
What it be harsh, painful, fast...
Ankle-deep in mud, tread feet,
I met with the earth, blood, dust...
I'm gradually getting used to pain -
Bear under his arm torn wings...
I'm so tired... To the wall to lean against I
Back flushed-inflamed
On the white paint remain bright
Traces of my payback for love.