Vadim Shefner. (№ 323671)

It's cold here tonight, in this lonely garden,
From the square the snow here is so cold and homeless.
In the home no steps up into the transparent
And an invisible door knocks gently and modestly.
At the feast of invisible glass voices,
And night talk convincingly clear and sad.
- I was on the MiG, I for a moment, I bask in a quarter of an hour.
- You're forever you're forever, you will never let it go.
- You dreamed me, and now you're taken alive.
You are forever awake for a solid wall of oblivion.
You're already on the snowflakes on the black ring is disjointed,
You in the earthly mirror to find their reflection.