АПОКРИФ - Римская элегия
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Violet velvet of curtains Draped room
The voice of sweet cello from passion is tired
And painfully long fingers bring a glass
to autumn elegantly vicious grin the mouth

the aroma of decline is penetrated the lines of the hands
fading narcissus
angular gesture is graceful, fatty sound
The mystical staircase of music pulling down

Ghost of the statue with a tattoo on a pale shoulder
Wet luster in Ganges fanned by herbs
intoxianev, hysterically screeched the cello
And from the stucco molding of the cornice, narcotic fear spent on the

Instead of music, the cry "Drive!"
fatal retirement in the minds of drunken
Eternal city, great Rome
Hallucinogenic space cut

Purpur Togi is flooded with wine
and wrinkles of debauchery on young skin
Crowds of barbarians outside the window
But they will not get up from a fever

In their bottomlessly empty eyes
A glue flame is dancing with a cheerful glare
in their bearing voices
indifference to screaming screams

death under the petals of roses
Their magnificent evening will end
Strange statics of languid poses
Dying, Rome does not contradict

In the purple haze of years, the emerging hall
The voice of a sweet cello -friley and disappeared
and bony fragile fingers pressed a glass
to an autumn universe smile of an ethereal mouth