WEATHER IN THE HOUSE…
Machines - roads, clouds - rain,
Freestyle - will, the wall - bricks.
Bear - lair, clever - thoughts,
A wanderer is a staff, mathematics is a number.
Men are waiting for sex
from passionate lovers,
And all the wives are looking for -
In separation - the culprits.
All in search - people, animals, nature.
And it's easier for me - the weather in the house.
Would be stable, safe,
And what would the mood - not gray, not boring,
To bed warm and comfortable,
So that understanding is always mutual.
And so that both the body and the spirit are comfortable,
And so the words, only pleasant to the ear.
Faith, hope, love, respect -
And this, of course, I want without a doubt.
But bad weather - holds steadfastly
It hurts, and somehow it is bitter.