Пора смириться с очевидным: тебе никто не нужен. Да и ты никому не нужен, если быть честным до конца. У тебя нет ничего общего с этими людьми, кроме твоего детского желания видеть вокруг себя улыбающиеся знакомые лица… ©
Взял стих - кинул в промт
ща попробую другие
а было вот что
Ah if always I was yours,
Instead of for a short instant of dark night,
Let even my image suddenly became others,
Let even my century became shorter,
I would be happy in children's euphoria,
In naive pleasure harmony has found,
Again before my thoughts
The fine aura has appeared your soul,
But I know that is not the end
Stories of two souls which have forgotten reason,
Animal lust the glorified wreath
Will present a spasm new to sweet passion.
ща попробую другие
а было вот что
Ah if always I was yours,
Instead of for a short instant of dark night,
Let even my image suddenly became others,
Let even my century became shorter,
I would be happy in children's euphoria,
In naive pleasure harmony has found,
Again before my thoughts
The fine aura has appeared your soul,
But I know that is not the end
Stories of two souls which have forgotten reason,
Animal lust the glorified wreath
Will present a spasm new to sweet passion.