Идут белые снеги

Евгений Евтушенко


Идут белые снеги,
как по нитке скользя...
Жить и жить бы на свете,
но, наверно, нельзя.







http://www.stihi.ru/2007/11/17/1019

Mercy Street

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head

she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

In your daddy's arms again...