Guitar’s the sound flies and sings
Гитары звук летит, поёт
1. Guitar’s the sound flies and sings
Like light and warming summer wind.
It brings me smell of apple trees,
Its juicy drops’d like playing me.
2. Wind comes with clinks of rainy streams,
I run towards my halfway team.
They help to clean me up to down
I want to change all what around.
3. Let’s rain to pierce me like light darkness
To get the power through shrewdness.
Then I could follow the wind
And can be opening like Kind,
4. That gets all sounds as a clay
And sings discovering us May
In play of music bearing strings:
Forget death! Manage people spring!
September, 26, 2006