Кровавый утренник - Каналья
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Canal, you called me
Scratching his back with nails, under which dirt,
From the roads of the Civil War

Canal of the heel kissed me
Under censorship - clubs
Like a high -industry scum
I surrendered my girlish dreams

You are a child of the sewage of civilization

Canal, my face threw me up
Three crutches and a prosthesis on the fifth leg
Not washed back since the last century

Canal, you wash me socks
Creaking with jaws,
Seluna from the mouth dropping on the ketle
From a corpse of a stranger to a person

You are a child of the sewage of civilization