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I wait for your words and hands, —

I can’t hide from myself on subconsciousness level!

There are no sins in parting sands,

There is only the envy of heaven.

There’s still mist of disbelief

To my long way to you.

My chosen one, do not believe,

Just – don’t forget, beg you!

This wrong and miserable age

Among the fuss of sins

There’s no place for love and main stage,

Saying nothing about rhymes-rhythms.

All about love for you – on my own

I will tell. You’ll understand.

You see, – I am wise, like an owl,

You see, I am pure as rain.

I did not loose the soul, I saved

It clear through the dust of roads’ mock.

Honey, take it, do not defame it,

God does not judge those who walk.