People caught in a storm
In the evening air yesterday showed your film
About the people caught in a storm
About feelings, deprived eye.
Friends and neighbors laughed and cried strongly,
And thought it was about them,
Not knowing what it is about us.
I was so surprised when you said in the interview,
What my book read,
And so she was shocked
That based his script my book.
Sorry not you wrote it
After all saw the same dream.
It tued out, became a bestseller, my painful labor,
Although there are many others,
No less strange books.
In my characters all the people themselves know
While I was writing about us,
Everyone thinks it's about them.
I sometimes have to answer the question:
Where do such thoughts,
So many strange syuzhentnyh lines?
Always say that everything is banal and simple
In my monotonous life,
But I love to watch movies.
I will hide your image, wiping the dust
Deeper, farther,
For photo albums, letters and books.
For black and white landscape
Where trees, fog and ice floes
Woven into a web of bridges.
These relations are like a thread webs,
Language - no gestures or words.
But each of us could be a normal person.
Well, that did not work so
And what we like to eat.
Today bought a cassette with a soundtrack
And the entire evening in the headphones
Play Song
About the people caught in a storm
Related paper in the boat,
About the hair, and who loved pins
The weakness angry and fearless.
About feelings, deprived eye
And to survive under compulsion,
About the city, deserts,
About us exhausted frenzy.
I will hide your image, wiping the dust
Deeper, farther,
For photo albums, letters and books.
For black and white landscape
Where trees, fog and ice floes
Woven into a web of bridges.
These relations are like a thread webs,
Language - no gestures or words.
