Snova bessonnaya nochʹ.
YA do filʹtra bolʹ,
Dokurivaya posledniĭ vdokh,
Tonkostʹ dushi i tvoyu lyubovʹ,
Skvozʹ vremya.

Bezumno skuchayu po kletkam tvoego tela.
Yeë glaza tsveta utrennego morya.
Ponimaeshʹ? YA khochu statʹ pervym, khvatit.
Ne budu lepitʹ iz sebya tvoego idyeala.
Net v myslyakh nravitʹsya vsem popalo.
Razryvayu tishinu na tysyachi melkikh kusochkov.
Propitany slezoĭ ostrye oskolki.
Nenavideli tramvai,
Ravnodushno razvozivshie vsë dalʹshe i dalʹshe, [bad word] ot [bad word] 
V neponimanii, ozhestochaya serdtse,
I otuplyaya chuvstva
Serym shëpotom, vzglyady skovany.
Zdesʹ v tishine bezdykhannoĭ allyei,
Gde tolʹko veter vyeet.
Kholod i sever, zhdali na raznykh stantsiyakh,
Naplevav na gordostʹ,
I uezzhali domoĭ v polupustykh vagonakh.

S sodroganiem vernulasʹ v moĭ vyazannyĭ mir,
Nebrezhno brosila na stol klyuchi,
I nervno kusaya guby u poroga,
YA tak tebya zhdal, nakonets-to ty doma.

Nu davaĭ, davaĭ vspominaĭ vsë, chto bylo,
Yesli tvoë serdtse v [bad word] yeshchë ne ostylo.
Vsë bylo milo. Net. Vsë bylo, kak ty lyubila,
ya terpel, poslav gordostʹ, sobrav v kulak vse sily,
Zakryvaya glaza, vedʹ mne tak proshche s toboĭ.
Sam ne svoĭ, libo sputalsya s sudʹboĭ chʹyeĭ-to.
Prosto pokhodu ya popal v tvoi seti,
No k nim menya privël poputnyĭ veter.
Skver - nashe lyubimoe mesto,
Nasha lyubovnaya tropinka - ot parka do podʺezda.
I skolʹko perezhili vmeste? Dazhe ne znayu,
No bez tebya ya zamerzayu zaya.
Mir budto zamer.
Nasha zhiznʹ - ekzamen, ostalosʹ sdatʹ yego,
No eto ne kino i vsë predresheno sozdatelem.
No lyubovʹ zhivët, zhivët vnutri.
Zabudʹ plokhoe, tebya ya zhdu.
Vernisʹ, prosti ...

S sodroganiem vernulasʹ v moĭ vyazannyĭ mir,
Nebrezhno brosila na stol klyuchi,
I nervno kusaya guby u poroga,
YA tak tebya zhdal, nakonets-to ty doma.

Again a sleepless night.
I have to filter the pain
Dokurivaya last breath,
The subtlety of the soul and your love,
Through time.

Insanely miss the cells of your body.
Her eyes the color of the morning sea.
Do you understand? I want to be the first to be enough.
I do not want to sculpt your ideal of yourself.
There is in my thoughts all the horrible like.
Tearing the silence of a thousand tiny pieces.
Tears soaked the broken pieces.
Hated trams
Indifference transported farther and farther
From each other.
In a misunderstanding, harden the heart,
And the feeling otuplyaya
Grey whisper, looks constrained.
Here in the silence of the lifeless alley
Where the wind blows.
The cold and the north, were waiting at various stations
Spit on pride
And went home at half-empty cars.

With a shudder went back to my knitted world
Carelessly threw the keys on the table,
And nervously biting her lip at the threshold,
I waited for you, you're finally home. [bad word] on, let's remember all that was,
If your heart in my chest was still warm.
Everything was nice. No. Everything was as you liked,
And I put up, sending pride, gathered into a fist all the forces
Closing his eyes, because I'm so easily to you.
I do not own or mixed up with someone's fate.
Just march I went to your network
But it took me a fair wind.
Square - our favorite place
We love trail - from the park to the entrance.
And how many have experienced together? I do not know
But without you I froze Zaya.
The world seemed to halt.
Our life - an examination of his left hand,
But this is not a movie maker and everything is preordained.
But love lives, lives inside.
Forget the bad, I'm waiting for [bad word] back, I'm sorry ...

With a shudder went