I lie, curled up in a ball,
My soul gazes at the world, motionless.
As on a volcano and on an iceberg.
Under the shade of a forest, beyond which lies a sandstorm.
A dream over the abyss, over the chasm,
Which has no bottom.
I turn over and pull my hand away.
Hundreds of thin needles pierce it.
Each has a drop of poison at its tip.
Жаль, не лебедь я...
Сандро (не)жив! :D :D :D
Влюбившийся дурак на глупости горазд (с)
В сказке грусти синей я один, как бог... (с)