April song by Svetlana Surganova

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Whiter than white cloth
lay down your hair wave,
and drowned in her shoulders -
April you deprive me of sleep.

Two drops of the sky - a sight and shadow
hem cunning labyrinth
by verdant grass -
April removes old stole.

And already rabid
aching lips , body aches !
Day to live , you do not see -
like a cup of poison to drink.

Desert throat , salt eyelashes.
Magnets feet in the pedal and the distance
flashed a kaleidoscope of individuals.
And what is gone, that 's not bad.

Above the orange bush
More dead moon, but hops
and honey from each barrel
sochit , sochit unbridled April.

And already rabid ...