Нея три ночи самозабвенно жевала всё тот же кактус
на этот раз это песня
на исключительную грамотность не претендую, но более-менее знающие люди дали добро)
тут оноYou look at me as an empty place,
which could be taken up by someone else.
Someone you could be saving from themselves.
You could mend with one-touch somebody's private space.
And you're ready to enter their minds,
Where to meet their horrors face to face.
There is someone
who stands or runs
close to you,
fleeing under the sun.
Someone instead of me
with fire in the middle
has wings behind shoulders.
Those who remember dreams,
you hear whose are screams
in the murk of the night.
Anybody needs your endless fairy tales.
Someone is willing to send the life by bits on your email.
You strive to be close to anyone who needs help,
Whose road of experience has suddenly turned to hell.
You are heard far away as if the bell
you are a wizard, your words are like a spell.
But I have no reasons to show and tell
How looks my quietness, if I'm well.
There is someone
who stands or runs
close to you,
fleeing under the sun.
Someone instead of me
with fire in the middle
has wings behind shoulders.
Those who remember dreams,
you hear whose are screams
in the murk of the night.
Someone is quite as you,
Comes like a silent Muse
has wings behind shoulders.
She calls me in her dream
which flows like a stream
out of the night.