Нет Неба - Кукольник
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Puppeteer

Oldensky puppeteer
Honor and praise
In your tent to the sky
Holiday from night to morning

That people never
And did not think to play
Did not ask not answered
When they die

You are talent you are a hero
God what is it with me
Is it really a boy
Dance with chrome chicken

B scattes beads
Like a true rebel
This is a new idea
This is a doll Nagual

***
People, people
Help
They stick out of the wrists
Invisible threads
The smell is not clear to me
Your bread
And in my eyes
Like yours, there is no sky
No sky

***
Nagual I don't believe my eyes
Either a boy, or an oak tree
There on the stage from it
The chicken cooks soup

Who are you a puppet
What inhaled life into you
And throw and throw
People are loving gold

I repulsed my hands
But hearing a conversation
Two dressed in black velvet
On the face of wrinkles pattern

I followed them
Into the house where a whole crowd
Correcting the cylinders
Something sincerely waited

***
Isn't insomnia joking
Rain my eyes wash
Under a wave of applause
A tear flowed across the face

This is a puppeteer from Olden
Removes his cap
And with a joint loud cry
Puts on a white tailcoat ...