Кристина Багдасарян - От ангелов пахнет холодом
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From the angels smells cold
brought on a jacket from the street
Nervous Kury and Milk,
Hood silence, city
With uneven roofs - a touch is missing
Each, hearing: knock the hammer.

As the wings lined in the air ...
As if drove with serial number
In the brain - the bridges are drawn in it -
I rushing forward a squadron
Baring them by masts, - Boy Game-Over, -
Void breaking posts.

And the windows stared inside
What you can not hide sadness, looking.
It is impossible to hide from them.
Be at least a hundred fake fights -
Attempts to break through the blizzard of the paints - living for the sake of
And dreams and sadness - to keep me.

Transparent semi-trap
Water-windows: the beam is seen through
The essence of the eye - there are more shadows in it,
If you get acquainted selectively,
Ideas to impose seams - Imagine and
Fars the unreality of lights.

From the angels smells cold
brought on a jacket from the street
hear the voice, half of the sun, and burn,
From warful, poured moonlight - stones ...
Or I Berge - and everything is not serious:
no bit silence, no city,
we, inhaling road dust - forever young,
And we are not late
in heaven - merciless star -
look for silence bridges
there will be our masts - where they put the crosses,
Where we walked, breaking the posts of emptiness.