Gulliver sang so interestingly. This boy is not destined to become an adult. But who showed that it"s not bad to be a child. Even if your bare feet step on sharp pebbles, it doesn"t hurt you, but rather even tickles.
The girl giggled and chirped:
- And you are good, and a very cool boy! How good it must be to be a child!
Gulliver sang with a joyful smile:
Tell
your dreams,
Share your dreams with me...
Be yourself
And open
In childhood, the door - to memories ...
Want
I will take you to the gardens
Where cherry blossoms
And your words will not be superfluous there,
You see -
We have grown up
And forgot the places where
The willows are stroking us with their braids...
Do you remember - you wanted to go to space?
And everyone wished to become captains ...
All this is in us -
early summer, parks,
Balls, cotton candy -
Brother's birthday...
Happiness yard neighbor Anton -
All day at the lake, at nine - at home ...
Who stole my time?
And around - everything turned gray suddenly ...
Where did the breeze go
Sea sand,
Veranda with grapes and that
Kiss with a hail of emotions -
I need to return!
I want to stay
Where there are no tears
And where did we laugh -
Under a flurry of summer thunderstorms...
Tell
your dreams,
Share your dreams with me...
Be yourself
And open
In childhood, the door - to memories ...
I often dream of silence! ..
She is one
Wandering in the yards
From the memory of the lost!
And then it seems
What's the matter even
Not in five-story buildings unpainted!
We are older...
Above on the roof fathoms
Those castles of dreams -
Their towers...
So unpleasant closer
So cold with us...
And dreams
Stop being colored
And they smell like steel!
I wish I knew how to leave them...
Where
To sit out our eyelids?
Where are these Hermitages ?..
And where is friend Misha?
And who is now
Talk about Tsoi
And his thaw?
Balls of gossip grandmothers
With string bags
The immortal "Maybe" is ours,
Kostya's shirt is non-replaceable,
From Turkey
ponytail tangled with jokes,
The first puffs
Vans, fences...
Feeling the anticipation of a miracle
His accomplishment is cold -
from somewhere
From the pile of the unknown -
From childhood,
Let me take a look!..
Skies are inky
The dust of the stars is calling
Take flight
Mystery of dreams
Of utter inevitability
Mixed feelings of the past ...
And time is unlikely to change
Those spots of aspirations -
Embrace the immensity
a prisoner
So do not become outside of it -
Treacherously grown-ups
Selfish...
And there is, therefore, a meaning -
Looking for meaning...
Tell