Александр Харчиков - Галиматья
текст песни

Frydoda flew off the branch,
The fire went out on the forest edge,
The fish was swept in muddy water ...
On chicken legs in a dark hut
Baba Yaga sits on the stove,
With her Kashchei and a boy, with a finger,
Swans and geese are goggling in the night;
One hundred and thousand-first dandelion
Under the acute braids ringing steel;
The cow of the bourgeois mumbles in the barn,
There is a neighboring distant distance,
In the swamp, the curve road disappeared.
At the pike command of Emelya-Durak
Without an invitation, he goes to the bride;
A drinking hut is being built
In a well -bred frontal place.
The cut in two looks into the eyes,
The hare screams with a human voice,
Linen sails rummages by the wind,
The index finger kisses the ax!
The hanged man is swinging on a naked pine
There is a police car under it,
Sounds ordinary, and the sergeant, blushing,
Trying to steal the "bitch son"!
On cunning beggars and well -fed rich,
On a white night and for an embarrassing early
Smokes "Belomor", defecate with obscenities
On the sidewalk, waved drunk.
The skull is grinning from the open coffin,
The sky is drunk with empty eye sockets,
New anger will not calm down everything
The victims of the past Boris and Gleb!
Dance in the sky in a child's cloud,
Pots from overturned tyn are flying,
Stretch seconds to the assault on
Princessed by the Polovtsy Princess squad!
"Stingers" are torn due to mountain width,
Styganye bloodatheas are impregnated;
Black gold roars with flame
The desert licks smoked sunsets!
Four luxurious elephants of satisfied
The globe of the earth was swayed with their backs
Like a football ball,
The turtle is drowning in the sea abyss.
Frydrown from a branch flies,
The bonfire goes out on the forest edge,
A train is falling from a broken path,
The old woman sits in a smoky ... hut ...

October 1995