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Sowing

Fell below the earth, what are you, my horses,
fasting like four walls
Under the slope of the meadow in the snow is hotter than the fire
quieter echo of war and more honestly me
and tore the thunderstorm with a victory for pieces
and soil grain salt mill
Well, there is behind the fog everything that winter has burned
nothing will bake, grow up and not go

In vain of the last paskuda, I asked home
And October endlessly bargained with the soul
Robes with wing rails stubborn gat
the mother of an exalted drop to understand
a thoroughly kingdom that is not
and fresh flowers on the ragged walls
swan and young black fire light
And in the dark in front of him on his knees

The son went to war, but will not become a war
front -line triangle, they say I, mom, alive
Lost forever in the partisan spring
rode over the dew on the red horse
and woke up with a child, the driven lion
The drawn city wiped the elastic elastic band
God in the canvas shirt began a new sowing
in the heart-field and there is no Kali Yuga
just the sun has risen ...