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

Tasiya Meierhold

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