Of your eyes having started on a long journey,
all norovlyu - truly away!
see you, even look back
prevent land rounding.
No, bulge small hills.
But here and cut off beam,
escaping from the crystal machine
by Ariadne, vkravsheysya a pupil.
AND, that is, That's it, in the distance,
scrap cute clenched in his hand,
delirium forward. must be, it's not meant to be
svidetsya us - and join, although
my way, Verneuil, my path
narrows and becomes a thread.