greencatina @ 2009-04-03T00: 11:00
Oh, how you want Silence!
Oh, how you want desolation -
to safely lay the shade,
To the motives of your soul
were thoughtful, and - can be heard.
Oh, how you want to allow
Their intricate Netting!
Oh, how you want to talk!
But no - not burning,
not about echoing rushing, nervous,
Suppresses all inside ...
But the buzz, but the roaring motors,
But calls to talk about everyday,
Stress moos lights
the workers busy corridors
City, Town Street,
City Transport, Twilight Town,
City, knows all by name
and screaming from the morning alarm clock:
"Do not forget me! I do not oversleep! .. "
And trembles platform, and beats all
In hysteria rattling Trains -
This town again you bears,
like a squirrel, on the eternal wheel,
quickened his pace, making the puzzle
of the cars, new buildings, palaces, bridges,
So changing world that the naked eye
unclear where that's the point ...
Oh, how you want to live - not under the clanks and knocks Metro,
And under the sounds of the organ in the ancient cathedral and sensitive,
And under eternity frozen either in a stained-glass pattern,
Whether there above you.
Oh, do not want to live under dimensional computer curve,
But beneath the soft tread of the weary wandering winds,
looked into when, why, then left home,
And under rustling quietly scrubbing the old wallpaper,
eye but noticeable only occasionally from afar
Absolutely strange animal ...
City noisy and fidgety,
City drinking your strength, it will not catch up,
City's crazy, and an evening of agony
Oh, you want silence,
Oh as you want desolation -
to quietly lay shadows,
to think calmly walked ...
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