Я или получше

I 'm not close ,
Goes low cloud .
And in distress and happiness
I - your storm .

Spikes ear ,
Voice vote,
Barley field
I scream at will !

I or better?
Night or more?
I or better?
Night or more?

In the nature of water,
On the face of divorce,
Needles under the fingernails ,
Folding knife in his pocket.

And at the crossing
Pits and ditches,
Those who would not let me,
Were right.

There, on the isthmus -
Women sleuths .
In my eyes , as a pool ,
Watch it and not sink .

I or better?
Night or more?
I or better?
Night or more?

hide tomahawks
On the path to the forest ,
And carry balances
The Old shed .

Clouds dissolving ,
Night comes limping .
Boredom as yawning
Middle of the swamp .

I or better?
Night or more?
I or better?
Night or more?