A bit ominous, a little strange, but something they tapped and held me!
As a mosaic, only black.
And the mixture is bitter, and the palate burns
And knitting a taste is tart - tart ...
But no matter how hard I frown, I drink more
Filling again until the extreme measure.
The glasses of life are so thin,
But so capacious sometimes
And let bitter her throat,
But sweeter than the water into the heat ...
I learn life by drop,
And it seems that I drink greedily ...
Kadanova Tamara Igorevna
As a mosaic, only black.
And the mixture is bitter, and the palate burns
And knitting a taste is tart - tart ...
But no matter how hard I frown, I drink more
Filling again until the extreme measure.
The glasses of life are so thin,
But so capacious sometimes
And let bitter her throat,
But sweeter than the water into the heat ...
I learn life by drop,
And it seems that I drink greedily ...
Kadanova Tamara Igorevna









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