Boris Kuzmin

When the sun goes out and hides in the garden
I'll jump out of the window and walk slowly.
Along the streets, lawns, and crowded squares
Looking at the stars and not sparing your feet
I'm dressed in black and I love the night.
I am poor and ridiculous, the rain gives me water
Away from chemical plants and shop windows
Feel like a saint for at least one day
The crows sing songs to me and again
In the steppe, the cold wind began to cry and moan
About how lonely it is to chase clouds across the sky
And luck doesn't always fly to the right place
And at home, moldy corners await me.
Rusty taps with no sign of water
Neighbors, tea in the kitchen, and the blue screen
Cheap wine, let him be hungry, but drunk
I walked along the road, through the field, through the arable land and grass
He left no traces and came to you
You were covered in bruises, blood was oozing from your wounds.
"What's your name?" and you replied: "Love."
I picked it up, wiped it down, warmed it up and patched it up.
He made a soft bed and told me a story
This is how we live and warm our blood.
I am poor and ridiculous, but Love is with me

He never reveals secrets to anyone except the main character.