Pavel Kogan. (№ 309652)

So tell me gentle something
Girl my good.
Pink clouds and sky
Sail away to distant lands.
Float away. How I envy them!
Cute funny clouds.
Rise. Coat wear. Will I
To see how the sky burned sunset.
And go crooked alleys,
A little Smoking and Pyle.
Will smell the rain and rolls,
Rustle about something poplar
The wind will whistle, and in the same tone
Just start to podsvetit me.
So tell me gentle something
Girl my good.