Обо мне
The woman smells as poison, Risk of dangerous meetings. The woman smells as the award If it to protect. Years and cities smell as vanilla of a hand, Salty tear sometimes, If the river of separation. The woman smells as a loop of Gossips, intrigues, spirits, Songs of a magic flute From a labyrinth of dreams. Smells almost inaudible as the Spicy race of wine. The woman smells as the man If it is enamoured. Struck then suddenly For a long time you lose rest. But, My God, what happiness With the Woman to be such!