Author of quotes: Katya Yarovaya

The seventies generation.
What time? Timelessness.
What kind of feelings? The regret.
And how ' bout us? The population.
We got some hand-me-downs:
Dentures suction Cup,
The echoes of the fifties,
Sixties henchmen.

Not to tremble?
Do not tremble.
Not yearn?
I do not miss.
Not to be jealous?
I'm not jealous.
Hurt -
I will forgive you.
Like toy clockwork
Already stretched spring.
I became flexible and foldable.
Folding like a pocket knife.

My father, you gave me love.
Have ridogrel with me, nadolska.
And shoulders I was adenosyl,
As if my childhood was stolen from me.
You went somewhere far
And I'm in the kitchen warming milk.
You went somewhere for ages
And blew me away like the foam from the milk.
Not death, not jail, and not war
Took you, and the woman one.
And I, holding a biscuit in his fist,
Looked like going light.

Draws my portrait
and children swelling
funneling rigidity damn
and slim shoulders in a slouch.
Harsh artist for a moment
will not stop Carpegna.
And rewrites the face
not knowing of the resurrection.

As fear of disasters - a hurricane and a tornado,
Depth, elevation, flood or fire -
So afraid of love that is stronger than life and death.
Do you recognize me? I am a element of yours.

Love you - like in a sea to sail,
Where the gushing waves swinging.
Truly love you -
A luxury.
Love you - so the path is dangerous,
As the mountains crawling, gliding.
But, my God, you're so beautiful
What's not to love thee is impossible.

Love you like in the hole
Dive - and fun and scary.
Loving you no more use,
Than today wait for yesterday.
To love you like the wind in the field
To catch - that's just useless.
Love you - iron will
Myself handing, sheer cliff.