I Only With You, Every Minute. ". More

I only with you, every minute. ". More and more time lay in all folds of your consciousness time and again the told words:" If your heart is pure - no harm can concern you ". In general, corresponds to mine: to live so that before Egor it was not a shame. Poetry Can cry, can laugh: I have a horse who sings at night. Melodies at a song are not present. Words at a song are not present. Even the horse is not present. Nevertheless to that is is better, who has a horse who sings at night. (Ojar Vatsietis) My horse sings both in the afternoon, and at night. I perceive its songs in the form of a pain about heart, it is a little more to the right. And usual there a draught (can, at me the soul - just and is in that place?) you understand, sometimes I shudder and I look back: so clearly I hear your voice. What - a voice? - I suddenly nearby will feel your breath, hardly I will raise a hand - to touch - I will lower there and then, without having touched, and the palm feels - understand, all the same feels a touch.