Катя Полетаева - Какого черта
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Swinging to cigaretack right into the sea

Scattering to jump straight into the sky

And instead of the sky, only roofs and fences,

Instead of the sea, half a bread.

There is no time or place for desperate gusts,

And without this problem: money, children, AIDS, sclerosis,

People go to work, sleep and month their dough

Without thinking about the answer to a simple question

What the hell are you doing here

What the hell are you doing here

Describing, give everything to one,

Having stumbled, love that there is strength ...

And he leaves after that, why?!

Why, he did not ask for all.

With a frying pan in the teeth, and in the delicate fingers of lovely hands

Exploding into pieces and crying a river of tears

Edited for a moment - look around

And ask yourself such a simple question

Watch how the light passes through the greens

To blow up to the treasured path ...

Well, around - impassable darkness,

Canning jars, cigarettes, sawdust,

So circled around the fire, blinded by bright light,

Only the wind is behind you, and caustic smoke marks everything in the nose ...

I don't know how to answer, how can I be with a simple answer,

So it nailed to answer a rhetorical question