Procrastination. Selected poems. Egor Rybakov

that at night I dreamed of another.

      But you’re still happy, sincere, open.,

      But behind you condemn and pour mud,

      And apparently the lack of communication you abundantly,

      In the eye when meeting look with hostility.

      And for once, just me breathing you,

      Shared joy and sorrow constantly,

      Now the pain inside from the words empty,

      Increasingly, I notice the strangeness of insincerity.

      I know you’re always trying to please everyone.,

      Do not know the source of the mood,

      It’s time to decide and all of us to discuss,

      Where you is sincere, and where only reflection?

      YOU ARE MY WEAKNESS, AND MY SOUL OBSESSION

      Through the pain and darkness you reach out to me again,

      Giving a smile, tenderness and eternal fragrance,

      And I soar into the sky like an angel above,

      And I listen to you with delight and breath.

      And you call me to a world of dreams and distant lands,

      Where the velvet sun all year round,

      And I am a long time native, as a close family,

      It’s so cold and dark without you at night.

      And again pleased by such a gentle charm,

      And voice velvet, so wise and open,

      Me results immediately in an indescribable state,

      Calling you into the arms of a fan of your forgotten.

      You be the same light and airy,

      Give everyone joy, bliss, pleasure,

      Be strong and never indifferent,

      You are my weakness, my soul and obsession.

      THE LONG-AWAITED HAPPINESS

      The light of my eyes and my eternal joy,