По дороге разочарований

On the road frustration
Again enchanted pass.
The mind is full of bright expectations
Heart feels a new trouble.

To what worries me again
The voice that calls out of the darkness:
& Quot; The path has not yet passed, can not live a century,
Toyu if you go dear? & Quot;
Whether dark eye goggles,
Whether silence hides cry
& Quot; Where you say, look, propane,
You look back - you're an old man ... & quot;
On the way smutnh motives
Where the wind fury and fresh,
Long way of my rebirth
At the far edge of dashed hopes.

Throwing a mountain spur of the moment, his shoulders squared,
Gordo told himself: & quot; Fly! & Quot;
If I got to meet you,
So you with me along the way.

I hear voices that always right,
And this frightened innocence:
& Quot; For dew to lie down on the grass,
In the morning with dew melts you ... & quot;
In the morning, dear revelations
Past spring girls' tears,
I go out near the cemetery doubt
On a steep cliff of despair

In the wind with the fate of his tune
The fragile appointed hour meeting,
Again charm go
On the road frustration