What a luxury to be out of fashion.

It's the heart of the clues to obey…
Heaven, let go of the past…
And forgive yourself for the weaknesses…
I will always believe in good,
I will not wait for troubles, and joy…
Let all wishes come true…
Fulfilled, that promised…
Despite the fate of torment,
It is very important to remain a woman…

What a luxury to be out of fashion
And live without looking at anyone,
And dress for the weather,
Not for the looks of uncles.
Be known not to be afraid of a fool,
Not allow for platform growth,
Do not adjust your figure
Under 60 and 90.
Be fun and crazy,
Yawn if it gets too boring.
What a luxury to be out of fashion,
And be the most for gaining, piece.

Teach me, God, to understand people
And at the first acquaintance to see through them.
In everyday worries, problems and everyday life
Recognize the rusting nail in the stale souls.

Teach me who's my friend, who's dangerous.
Can silently pass bypassing side?
Tell me, who's winding path will be clear
And give me a sign if I'm around.

Teach me, God, to forgive, if necessary,
If once I let go, let love.
I don't need a reward for someone's suffering.,
I want only faith in myself.

And open my eyes if I can't see anything. ,
Explain if you can't understand something.
I always wanted to be a little closer.
To those who are near, trying always to be trusted.

Teach me, God, to be one of the best,
If something is wrong, for a lead,
Bypassing the side of doubt and clouds,
Being on the only right track.

As want a reliable leverage,
A deliberate, reserved word.,
Not promises made in the heat of the moment.,
Not vows, sometimes empty and stupid.

As not enough strong hands male-
Their strong and caring embrace.
Impulses-pure, thoughts-simple,
And little things, not donated to the date.

Flowers presented for no reason.
Confessions – not beaten and formulaic.
As real want men,
And not men sticky, shameless.

Not glossy-polished stallions,
Not a rude, uncouth louts,
Not forever infantile good fellows,
Not power-obsessed tyrants.

How I want a beautiful, intelligent entities.
Smiles warm, the views noble,
In embarrassment of lowered eyelashes,
Courtship is a long, old-fashioned.

And among those who lived to wrinkles,
And in the young blooming generation
We're still looking for male knights.,
But rarely their find, unfortunately...

People come back from the past
At the most unexpected moment.
Even when the trails are powdered,
And when there is no sun in the sky.
On the grass tangled not sloping,
Punching the stones of the thick walls,
People are coming back from the past.
But tell me, why?

With heart empty and worn out,
In the heat and rain and heavy snow,
Guest forgotten and not petition
People are coming back.
Are looking for silly, meticulous
They have long forgotten path.
People come back from the past,
Thinking we could get it back.

Just remember all the good:
"Remember? You know... it could be…»
Who are they? Ordinary passers-by.
Are they supposed to be loved?
Eternity, that without them once have lived
Can I forget? Forgive that pain?!
People come back from the past,
To resurrect his love.

But love to return? Maybe it sickens them,
What's left as a whole-"with nothing"?
People are coming back from the past.
But it is not clear to me why!