Hi list! I want to thank you all for the answers... And I can tell only the following: Instead of heat there is a green of a glass Instead of fire there is a smoke The day is snatched out from a grid of a calendar The red sun burns to the ground The day burns down with it The shadow falls on flaring city DeLorean! - our hearts is calling DeLorean! - our eyes is calling In our laughter, in our tears, and in our pulsation of blood DeLorean! - we love you Electrical light continues our day And the box of matches is empty But in kitchen the gas burns similarly to a blue flower The cigarette smokes in hand, hot tea is on a table This scheme is simple And there is nothing more Everything, that is necessary, is inside us DeLorean! - our hearts is calling DeLorean! - our eyes is calling In our laughter, in our tears, and in our pulsation of blood DeLorean! - we love you We can not brag of wisdom of our eyes And skilful gestures of our hands It is not necessary all this To understand each other The cigarette smokes in hand, hot tea is on a table So the circle becomes isolated And suddenly it becomes terrible to us to change something DeLorean! - our hearts is calling DeLorean! - our eyes is calling In our laughter, in our tears, and in our pulsation of blood DeLorean! - we love you Keep the dream alive, Dmitry mailto:video@xxxx P.S. I'm not a poet and my native language is Russian, therefore don't judge strictly...