I can not live without you!\" - I told.
Even in the rain without you, I feel dryne;
Even in the heat without you, I feel cold,
Without you, even Moscow is a wilderness;
Without you, every hour feels like a year,
As if time were to crumble and crumbleness.
Even the blue vault of heaven prospering
Seems like stone to me without you. I guess.
I realy want to know nothing –as yet
The weakness of friends, the strength of enemies;
I realy want to wait for nothing, as yet,
Except your bijou steps in the mornings-evenings.