клим стронский - а вы сдохните все в печали
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In the silence you can hear the noise of dead trees,
feathers of pigeons are covered with pus of days,
and you die in the sadness of the last
Sowing the karabget to the north,

Serving the cassettes in dusty boxes
We will never old in our souls
and life monotonous bright canvases
Put on the windowsill in a five -story building,

All windows will go out in the Khrushchevs
In a free flight, we will break your heads
On concrete walls of Russian regions
In attempts to leave them first

and naked foot on fragments of bottles of vodka
on sharp crumpled banks,
We will dance at sunsets for pain
coming tomorrow

Swallows flew over the world
until they fell from the poisonous smoke of the soul
And in the suffocation of dreams to be
at least someone needed

Gutty dogs cried
covering his eyes with broken paws
On the sunrise of the spring sun
A dazzling flutter of strokes
will break them ribs,

Mached by cars
The forces of the most daring people in the world
In the bustle of days they will be necessary for me,
On the blades of the knives
Leaving courage
I will give it to the needy
I will receive a sail reward
And a place on the deck
swimming in hell of the karabro
We are all corpses
Lower the anchors
You are all corpses
Lower the anchors