One I sit on a sofa, torments fatigue,
It became so boring for me, soul washing suffers,
Also there is nearby nobody who will be able to regret
Me to console, joke and, looking to me in eyes,
To tell though something or it is simple to keep silent.
Soul washing suffers, and the body and asks, that
I from a sofa got up, hands took the phone
And to the friend I called that with him to go for a walk.
Having heard a voice of the friend and having understood that the friend wants
With you to walk and that it now cheerful,
He says to you that it is necessary to lay down to have a sleep,
And tomorrow morning, having got out of bed, to call,
To the friend and with him to go for a walk together.
It is boring for me
© Copyright: Константин Андреевич Квейкин, 2013
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