Алексей Матов - Полоса
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My strip became black
It was as if a braid became even
A clear ridge measured the share to me
Dry grass from right to left
From left to right head
Yes the Wind Wind Wind - will

The sun died on my side
Birds fell off their homes
Among the glaciers of freezing wells
With hot fire, my soul warms me with a cross

Road dust became white
The smell of sweet wormwood and feather
He climbs in the head with an uninvited thief
Bonfires are burning from right to left
Sorcerers look from left to right
There the path lies as a dense, unusual boron

The sun died on my side
Birds fell off their homes
Among the glaciers of freezing wells
With hot fire, my soul warms me with a cross

The sun died on my side
Birds fell off their homes
Among the glaciers of freezing wells
With hot fire, my soul warms me with a cross