big white bears.

*** Baby ***

How bright the sun shines
All the stars hid,
It's not too late to go
So that the legs are not clogged.

Draws a boy sky,
In the beautiful colors of happiness,
On the roof black and gray,
With a bad weather smile.

So paints shine with light,
And laughter sounds child,
What is the morning sky,
It looks like a kitten.

Playing the violin of the heart,
In a crimson red light
So you want to be born
On a solar planet.
(Vasily Orlov)