I want to put away weapons.
I don’t need to fight no more.
I’ve seen the faces of dragons
I’m scared and tired of war.

I’ve seen some people are dying
Without water and food.

You like walking under the rainbow.
I'm here!
You like watching the morning sun.
I'm here!
Your lips are looking for mine.
I'm here!
Come closer, kiss and never say good-bye.

She was in hospice
Her disease was fatal.
She wrote poems.
She had her own style.
She had a diary
And there was her notice:
“Forgive me, but don’t forget.

He was a loudmouth:
He liked to talk a lot.
He always broke the pause.
He was the greatest toad.
He liked to sit in shadows
With narrow cracky eyes.
And many honest people

Have you ever touched the sky?
Have you ever kissed the rain?
Have you ever tried to cry?
Have you ever felt such pain?

You are fond of using strength,
You adore the cruel war.

Don’t touch my soul.
Stop digging in my heart.
You haven’t justified my hope
And it’s completely dark.

Can’t comprehend my woes,
My sadness, my distress.
You couldn’t understand,

I live like in The Truman show:
Somebody is always watching me.
I don't understand
I want to know
Who is it?
Who can see?
And days the same
And people all around...
I'm scared, day by day

I’ve found real consolation
And you can see my jauntiness
I’m not afraid of deviation,
I don’t have a fear for disgrace.

I’ll buy 2 tickets to nowhere,
I’ll try somehow to progress.

I like watching dolphins swimming,
I like observing clouds in the sky.
I'm sitting at the table, dreaming
That all achievements done are really mine.

It's night. Oh, it' already morning:

Her wistful brown eyes,
Her trembling hands and voice…
Her illness made surprise
She had forgotten toys.
She had forgotten names
Of people, whom she loved.
And longer were the days,

An old man crossed the road.
He was too weak and ill.
And shabby was his coat;
He had an iron will.
His eyes were shrewd and steady,
He had a square jaw.
With him was little lady:

I’m bored with a simple work!
And day by day I do the same again.
I don’t want to eat; I don’t want to talk…
But people need the life to be sustained.

I’ll pass away in winter frost.
You’ll never see my lonely coffin.
And many things that cheaper cost
Will get to most ever longing.
You’ll never know how many things

I'll leave behind woes and sorrows.
I won't cry in bed tonight.
He often asks too much,
He often something borrows,
And never turns me back,
And tells me monstrous lies.

Old birch stands on side of the road.
It feels all uneasy and mourning.
In spring from its wounds juice was bleeding,
And branches were injured and bole.