Poetry

I like

(Machine translation - Google)
I like the wet asphalt
And runaway drops on their faces,
And thunder fake viola,
As the national anthem on silent birds

Streams on my window,
Loose gray clouds,
Psalms of the past day -
Umbrellas and passers-heap,
Namokshy glass crystal
And slippery gray roof
Dairy pale distance
As if I breathed in the face,
Trees namokshy dress -
Their paint has long been blurred.
The flow from the sky, like a cascade,
And people umylis rain.