I walk through the heated pan of the town.
Taking leave of the places.
Taking some colours, odours, cracks in the pavement and treefingers which I actually forgot at my previous leaving.

I go down to the river.
To see all those funny whirls an circles which my stubs leave on the tight water surface.

Everything drags together, heals, uprises at last.

Miss L'Grapes finally enterned *(я знал, я знал, поздравляю!)))*
So we have the proper company to go around and to play the reflexioning youth stuff)

As soon as Strangel joins me in Moscow we shall continue development of our new sound, which is actually growing better and tighter.

We've got helluvalot of life.
So let me get down to continue wasting it

И снова плыву над течением реки.