to anyone, make a wish, let it come true, it will be light, it’s always light in our love, alexander tsuliggint the symmas to become springs, i want it to be like this, to be. always, was, always, was, always. lunar snow, stars! ice, like in a dream, horses flight, over the frosty blue, along a public road, thrown into a wagon, heart in the snow, yes. of the distant road, an arrow fell, and only the clatter of hooves, only a song flies, but freezes in the stack, and only the clatter of a cop , only a song flies , tickles the frozen sibiyam, now a wedge, now a monya, calling me through the years, it’s me who sleeps until bottom, russian song depth, tenderness and dream, heart, purity, roads , a distant arrow, across the steppe lay like a tear, arable lands, and only the tops... if only the song flies about the frozen self-proprietor la-lalalai, only the stomp from the mine, only the song speaks, and to the frozen sebya, the distant arrow across the steppe, lay like a tear, along the split, only to the mine, only the song flies, from the frozen sibiya. you are now walking through the lights. akl