Шамиль Абряров - Пирог со свечами
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Communal life.
Brotherhood of people.
Light smoke of resentment.
The weak taste of corridor news.
From the clamped wounds
Blue water flows.
It shines there
Not a fire for you, not a star,

And a cake with candles ...
Candle pie ...
pie
With candles ...

Burial circle.
Those who are alive from neighboring people,
Suddenly seemed
In the void, and relatives and more painful.
Only distant hands
Neither trees nor rain will fall apart.
And do not count the separation,
But you believe, and, nevertheless, wait

Candle pie ...
Candle pie ...
pie
With candles ...

He will come like a breath
Swings in tight clothes,
Your tired god
And he sags your white beliefs.
Neither good nor bad, -
Just strong, hot and delicate.
Someone could not again
But looms like a ghost of hope

Candle pie ...
Candle pie ...
pie
With candles ...

So come out of the bosom
On the smell of names
And they absorb what will happen.
This air is poisoned
Since the beginning of time, -
Better sleep and let you dream

Candle pie ...
Candle pie ...
pie
With candles ...