War is lit unstoppable,
But are you up to at the moment, –
And the blue becomes visibly,
And in the blue - Sad Face.
Only a humble eye glance
In neprehodyashtuyu lazury, –
There - in a quiet, in blue, wide -
Cote d'smoke - not roar storms.
The old shepherd leaves the flock,
Cote d'catching smoke.
Heavy shield fighter otrinet,
Tirelessly chasing him.
Here - equal, will go on,
They - a dream dress,
After all, there, in a wide field of God,
No shields, no battles, nor herds.
