Игорь Кабанов

Don’t kill my love, my dear –
I please you every day,
You yield me, if you’re near
The hills between us lay.

The Sun, jumping near
Your face, tell me that
I love you, my dear
Like ghosts love their flat.

I want to die
In stomach way
Like apple pie,
You eat today.

It’s not for me,
This river and it’s flow,
It’s nothing mean
For you, dance it’s around,

A catty comb
Asks wool, your host
Return your home,
Being pretty ghost

Who will be the first
For the second Jacob? –
You, my dear ghost,
Doing white spirit probe.

The song of the broken glass –
Is windy for yellow pass –
You, dear, drink it, no cry,
Rock yellow, you ield, arries

The first of all
Was swimming pool
Where the earth ball
Swam Luna fool

I’m tied a little
Like sky fly beetle
Boat road before us,
With legs guess forest.

What do you want
From your pure life?
All days recount
Asks, breeds your kife.

Goes thru time, my dear girl,
Don’t forget your wisdom pearl,
That plot plane is fliergett,
Ups your fane, like batty pet

I go thru our beauty world,
I catch the answer with thin sword,
The question was: to be or not,
And I decide be, mind aboat.