Toddler, Heartbeat, Palpitations

Тяжелее всего сказать слово "да"

In the closed world of low pressure,
high ceiling
you every morning, come to me,
in his own house.
Seconds before the three awakening,
but it seems that for the year.
In the dream, all the errors are unimportant,
time there deeper flows.

And I understand and feel immediately:
here that something is wrong.
But anyway back to the stage,
in which the premonitions are asleep.
And do what you say in passing,
postponed.
Here it is, the starting point -
again I came to your house.

In my view, these moments
painted in blue,
opposite relative to the sun
wild orange dawn.
whole day walking, as if stumbling nailed,
thought - and blood on the temple.
Only one phrase - and, shuddering slightly,
throw empty chuckle.

In my opinion, the pressure was higher,
and the ceiling is an ass.
Ile perception hrupkie thread
weakened its limit.
You do not come more than a dream,
because I no longer sleep.
I'm tired of not your visits,
not eternal déjà-vu.

realize I'm tired,
that in reality is not so.
News monologues and try to think
it was just another trinket.
For someone who was not able to understand myself,
not argue with destiny never,
not know what the hardest word
been and will be - "yes."

02/15/2011