WEDNESDAY , WITH A HAT ON STARS
The beauty is in me,the sky's no longer grey
It rather has the spice of small dove...so I pray
the roofs are trying hard to get so close to it
they stretch their antеnnas, to reach it, like a kid...
I pinch the wind so softly,and in return He sends a smile
and then He turns so timidly into the left street for a while
and up there in the heavens, the cloudy workshops are so busy
Oh,well,I hope that after that, the snow will come down very easy
I sound so cheerful and jolly, I am a joyful tune myself
My eyes can't stop this glory, like sparkles of a tiny elf
my thoughts are bounsing jitterly like sparrows waiting spring
and on the naked winter branches they chirr up and they swing...