As it is heavy to put the end,
To force heart everything to forget,
To cut off from him a piece,
To live further, but not to love.
In the evenings to look in the computer,
Not to get the mobile phone,
All heart to hate morning,
It is impossible to sleep at night.
From tears eyelids have already swelled up,
And there are about anything no forces to ask,
But how many will in the person —
He can endure it!
To put the broken wings,
To thrust them on a mezzanine,
To forget all that was
And to wait until pain ceases …