Youre not sleeping in the crib, so i know nothing will happen to me, its a dark night, only bullets are whistling across the steppe, only the wind is humming in the wires. , the stars are dim, the night is dark, thank you for that guy, ill get up early today and walk along the wide road. Field, something has happened to my memory. It was nt with me, i remember the rain beating down on my cheeks, 20 years is not enough for the universe, i didnt even know the guy who promised id come back, but steppe grass. Smells hot, young winds, grains, we wake up, plays over the midnight, either a thunderstorm, or the echo of a past war, spring promises to come. Waits for the choice grain, plow, and living on earth is kind, for yourself for that, guy, im so heavy, im hunched over, but i cant live any other way if everything calls me his, his voice, everything sounds in me his annoyance, and steppe grass. It smells hot, the young winds are green, we wake up, the sound of music plays over midnight, eit