Александр Непомнящий - Песня о надписях на сараях
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I'm walking past
But the inscription is sown,
Causing a mass of associations in the brains,
Although I know - in the sapov
From the table to the floor of the fork - knives,
There are already a whole GPD there,
But you’ll at least throw off all the dishes,
One hpen will not be a soul.

The one who created all this dreamed of us and winter
And the white flies lifted at home,
And the spring was reached, she did not get down,
These are the BPA-Summary, things.
On the perishaft of the star field
STEMLAV Piglet is running
SHEST SRUS IA - bluish shap
Ham is familiar as planet Earth

Do not meet, everything, GOPN will be hidden,
Team: Kapozes, Hatch
Dead Gopnist - Aphangel Gavpila
So all of us on the PLAM ...

The weather forecaster awaits Macondo Smeal
And that light is an unreliable place for the met
They will click me in a glass flask
For the fact that I almost forgot you

Had with a landscape bad weather,
And in the kapman there is vodka
The landscape, like a landscape - is not clear only a detail:
Why am I actually here? ...
To cheat souls at the same time
Where the thoughts are bright, and feelings are
All native bees, completely sad distance
And so that it sounds honest - a fucking note?!

Knock down the bar, pvi virgins - this is also a cliche
All we will be, it was already
To those who found the gap in the wall
But not under our sky, not on our earth
The soul of the soul is shed and bones
Wait for bastard guests from every dream
Especially if you feel sick from the morning,
Especially if spring is made of glass
From such glass - the standard of glass,
From such glass, as if twice two
Like you and me like never
And other words like these

In the winter in the winter in the summer forest,
Khopa, when the snowballs forgot the braid
Khopov in Khostov Easter with a lifting
Understand the nails of nails
They will say a lot where we are not,
And also when we are not
And if you can do all a month and you can't get up
Awestern, also a way to die.

It is even better to do this with yourself together
Under the gray paradioactive rain
Step, a step, a step to the left, but is it an escape,
For the capacet from pa, for the measured century
For long-long docks there,
Where we do not get neither you nor me
You see, the faith is flying all the fast
The same one without windows, without a door

I'm walking past
The inscription is launched.
I cause a mass of associations in my brains,
Although I know - in the sapov ...