In the city, the moon, smoothing the sheets,
draws us with a bit of charcoal
using asphalt gets tired of shining day after day---
and you and I will find another easel ...


Today we again did not want to
fall asleep separately in a quiet long sleep:
in our beloved workshop---in our bed......
We paint a picture of honey and wine......


There, the sea looks like a tempting lilac
in the distant eye of the wine shores,
and holds the course of a large honey ship
under the whispers of waves in which "oh" and "ah reign.....


We are in a passion of sweet, drunk and vicious,
in a honey-wine web of feelings.....
And the sun, the first modest ray of non-hot essence
will catch the result of the intoxicating arts.....