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poems are read by Demirina I can't sleep in your complaints, And autumn seems like winter Where only fiction is dreamed at night, And death is not coming for you... But I squint my eyelashes like a seine, I catch a ray of light outside the windows, And in the shutters where the birds coo, Among the gray blues there are no more... Don't give me hope with tears And not with a kiss of the soul, You, tormented only by ailments, Breathe into me, what you have, breathe! And let the two of us not sleep for a long time: Hand in hand... And on the window With a sunny fog smokes What you understood about me... стихи читает автор Демирина. Мне в твоих жалобах не спится, А осень кажется зимой Там, где лишь небыль ночью снится, А смерть идёт не за тобой... Но жмурю неводом ресницы, Ловлю за окнами просвет, Да в ставнях, где воркуют птицы, Меж сизых
