There - in blue - has been a star.
I walked to the tower - to wait for lights.
And in the blue gloom, in lights shame,
The tower was part of a girl.
At the bottom were white city
And long sigh Nile.
And night flowed - Wet Dream,
All whitened happiness.
We burned the glory of purity,
The glory of chaste passion
Bonfires nadzvezdnoy Beauty
And chaste passion.
And I, immovable blednolic,
When dawn barely paled,
Demolition in the lining of scarlet
Her intact body.
And the ancient Nile, valet caric,
Accomplishes the mysterious case.
