Дождь бежит не как время бежит как дождь
I picked up a titmouse, she lay on the pavement.
She breathed heavily, but didn`t look injured.
She was tired and I gave a shelter to a wayfarer,
Without the need for a justification.
She warmed up, thus worsening her passion for singing.
She sang and it was a song about unattainable.
She sang about the distant, as it was something
inevitable. I was charmed.
And then I`ve learned that titmice are not migratory birds.
She breathed heavily, but didn`t look injured.
She was tired and I gave a shelter to a wayfarer,
Without the need for a justification.
She warmed up, thus worsening her passion for singing.
She sang and it was a song about unattainable.
She sang about the distant, as it was something
inevitable. I was charmed.
And then I`ve learned that titmice are not migratory birds.
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08.11.2010 в 21:00