Наливай

Pour , there is no reason to be sad .
We have not yet appointed term.
And yet the silent harp,
And while not pressed the trigger.

And some people
Remember , singing and waiting.
I am alone, like horseradish on a platter -
All raced as five minutes.

How many times behind him whispered ,
Called bad,
How many times a person was sent
How many times I did not go there .

And with no one to love, do not quarrel ,
And not holding the paddles
I almost got lost in the sea
Multiplication of good and evil .

I was running like a horse in a lather ,
In the rush , as if in a vacuum,
I loved and loved me
Unfortunately it is not the same.

But those and other ladies
Equally good -
Without a twinge kicked
By tom-toms of my soul.

Pour what remains ,
The smell of leaves, autumn light .
And, as a dead ferret , fatigue,
And hope that does not exist .

This world is not so wonderful,
Spares no one of us ,
And please , do not songs
If you can , put a jazz ...