Александр Непомнящий - От греха
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The children became friends with Doubting Thomas like the plague
And we fell out of love with strawberry fields forever
And the birds were fed with darkness and cried to the ground with guilt
And dreams and miracles sent people to heaven to die
And the buzz is always the other way around - some are even, some are odd,
And instead of the northern steppes he meets a sea of cranes,
The midnight owl sings goodbye - the grain will not grow,
And every hour it becomes more and more despicable to be afraid of your own shadows
Away from sin, deeper from sin,
From a sin that never happened and doesn’t exist

They turned off the lights, Foma went to bed and sent everyone goodbye
I smeared the snot on the asphalt, but it didn’t help.
A guest came to the house, opened his eyes, and through his sleep Thomas recognized him
Like lightning, but it’s too late - the house is covered in debts
To the very roofs, to the very stars - Foma ran wherever they looked
His sightless eyes and only strange words
In an incomprehensible language, following how doves fly
But he didn’t understand and ran through the fields, through the forests
Away from sin, deeper from sin,
from sin that never happened and doesn’t exist

And the cold drew patterns of eternal holiday palaces
And the lips of the snow queen are magical and almost warm
Happy dance and chords of crystal gentle voices -
Everything is forgotten, but suddenly from behind the locked door to the left - knock, knock, knock, scream
order - let him in, let him in

Foma woke up, pulled open the doors, and was knocked off his feet by a blizzard squall.
He got up again, remembered about prayer and sent two birds up
“What did you leave?!” But with hope, with faith, hail fell - tired
Two ice hailstones and feet entice the ball
limply, measuredly, restlessly on the squares of the hall
out of harm's way, deeper out of sin,
from sin that never happened and doesn’t exist

So here are those poles, here are those St. George’s Day and midnight in the yard
But a knock, a blow, and the door to splinters - a bird of fiery wing
They burned his face with a slap so that he would remember the earth.
And about spring, where this third bird was able to
She managed to fly over everything and burn all the canvases with a rainbow,
Translate pigeon words for the blind into the sighted
And turn falsely polished copper into golden light
About why hope, faith, if there is it.
The ice castle exploded - steam on all sides of the earth,
And on the melted granite the shadows of chess knights.
Granite was the first - he rose from the parting wave,
The wedge of cranes waiting for the day returned through the horizon
The cross burned out, and the ashes were blown away by the wind by a flock of crows
The water from the spring is delicious, the wounds from the nails have healed
And all the saved blind people, whom the water took to the bottom,
They run in the darkness until they know the good news of the holidays
Away from sin, deeper from sin,
From sin, without which we were not and are not
Farther from love, deeper from love,
From love, without which we were not and are not
Away from sin, deeper from sin,
From sin that does NOT exist...