Вечер на английском
(The evening)
Вечер на английском
(The evening)
Author:
Будченко Евгения
The evening raves by a secret.
Knock behind me of the slapped door.
The battle drum deduces in avenue of fires.
Light of a traffic light,
Magic dancing inside someone.
There go to heart
More warmly, more cold.
The angel thaws,
Which have given rise
In the February morning.
Looking silently burns by eyes
Kegs of diligence.
Only automobile headlights
Are too tactless
Rush occasionally in whose or meetings
And parting.
I do not know, whether loves me this city.
But the wings hide secrets of a night fog.
Machines here break,
The motors break.
Industry.
Another gives kisses and novels.
Heels and zippers,
Rhymes and songs,
Hands and shoulders,
Alive sculpture of lonely benches.
Hooters of steamships,
Drunk from arrival home,
Rush into dreams,
The sailors in windows
Of single women,
Have exhausted by armors of one's dark blue three-tuples.
