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Сосны иголками гладят небо, солнце в ветвях тая,
Старый солидный крот под корнями учит другого рыть…
Вот на земле лежит оболочка. Господи, это я.
Я не умею молиться, просто не с кем поговорить.
Здравствуй! Прекрасна твоя обитель, радостна и чиста,
Как же мне хочется влиться в благость ласковую твою…
Господи, что у меня внутри? Лишь вязкая пустота,
Несколько слов без веса и смысла в ней обрели приют.
Знаешь, я днем весела, как птица, если в большом кругу
Добрых знакомых. А вот под вечер что-то теснит в груди.
Господи, я по ночам не плакать, кажется, не могу.
Быть одиноким вдвойне сложнее, если ты не один…
…нужно о добром, о главном, вечном - я же о ерунде…
Как я смогу служить тебе, если даже язык мой враг?
Господи, что тебе мой кораблик, пущенный по воде?
Я и водой-то назвать не вправе этот сырой овраг…
Он и поплыть-то не может толком, тычется носом в ил,
Мачты не делают из непрочных тоненьких хворостин.
Господи, я прошу, помоги ему, дай ему, Боже, сил.
Мне же не помогай, а только - ради него - прости.
Pines needles stroke the sky, the sun in the branches of Taya,
Old solid mole under roots teaches another dig ...
Here on the ground is the shell. Lord, this is me.
I do not know how to pray, just with no one to talk to.
Hello! Your abode, joyful and clean,
How I want to join your good one ...
Lord, what's in me inside? Only viscous emptiness
A few words without weight and meaning in it found shelter.
You know, I have fun, like a bird, if in a big circle
Good acquaintances. But in the evening something is tested in the chest.
Lord, I don't cry at night, it seems I can not.
Being lonely more difficult if you are not alone ...
... you need about good, about the main thing, eternal - I'm about nonsense ...
How can I serve you if my enemy is even tongue?
Lord, what do you have my boat, fastened by water?
I and the water is not entitled to call this raw ravine ...
He and swim something can not really say, doing his nose in il,
The masts do not make out of fragile thin twigs.
Lord, I ask, help him, give him, God, forces.
I do not help me, but only - forgive me.
Old solid mole under roots teaches another dig ...
Here on the ground is the shell. Lord, this is me.
I do not know how to pray, just with no one to talk to.
Hello! Your abode, joyful and clean,
How I want to join your good one ...
Lord, what's in me inside? Only viscous emptiness
A few words without weight and meaning in it found shelter.
You know, I have fun, like a bird, if in a big circle
Good acquaintances. But in the evening something is tested in the chest.
Lord, I don't cry at night, it seems I can not.
Being lonely more difficult if you are not alone ...
... you need about good, about the main thing, eternal - I'm about nonsense ...
How can I serve you if my enemy is even tongue?
Lord, what do you have my boat, fastened by water?
I and the water is not entitled to call this raw ravine ...
He and swim something can not really say, doing his nose in il,
The masts do not make out of fragile thin twigs.
Lord, I ask, help him, give him, God, forces.
I do not help me, but only - forgive me.