Yes, the flowers need it again, went
And not cards silly greetings,
Not gifts groups "cheaper ploshe",
Not the stamp of a kiss instruction.

Only a year worthy of Celebration!
By the phenomenon we came out not sideways,
After all, Happiness must be from the cradle
A Community Of Beautiful Strangers.

And we envy and admire,
Resigned forever to misunderstanding
The possible reasons of superiority over the mind
Those with whom the business Gods can Not be Compared.

What about presents? Everything is available forever...
The spirits of the Forests and Probing Glades,
The colors of Sunsets and skies carelessness
And birch SAP and the taste of honey dew.

There is no, not flowers need, long were!
And not postcards with stupid poems,
And life for You, as before radically
And with You live and enjoy You!