go, February, on the way out of the winter
in the last speechless and indefinite.
we talked with you, we
on fish, ice and soroch.
go, do not dream, go to the bottom
the road always seems longer,
but I will fall asleep and return to your dreams
and maybe there I am frozen forever.
go, February, sobbing after
To blame you for the deceased,
let her say that there is no death -
zaladila since the morning the same thing.