Bird has made a choice
Bird has made a choice,
and wings now instead hands.
but weak left wings
and so wanted to south.
where the distant mountains
drown in the fluff clouds
and the branches will break soon
under the weight of ripe fruit.
we went out in a dark region,
where even the station.
and remembered that it was not taken
in a rush a retu ticket.
warmed to each other at night
the wind and rain.
found the trees and stones,
in the desert built a house.
We've been looking for rails
but they simply even a trace.
because in this desolate place
no stops there.
initially could not settle down,
then look tired ..
and nothing to strive more,
and nothing more to wish for.
we picked up the bird,
she sings, even fallen asleep.
on the south, which she dreams
in a dream opening its beak.
We also dreamed about the south,
but just strayed from the pack
and halfway down
on a cold gloomy edge.
