Л.Федоров, И.Крутоголов - Взрыв Цветов
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And who will see an explosion of flowers
Souls in the mud without losing
not formerly crooked who will become straight
and sight like a thousand eagles

Pouring like tin without words
I waited for almonds to Oliv
Fly crawled from the pit
Was patient not when not dreams

And suddenly and here's then what
Isn't it anything so
what would be better and brighter
than this lightness between the branches

Giving the strike
on the keys of white and black
a kissing healing
the fidelity of the swan by antiquity of the Vorog

Singing and drinking
How strings and jets are similar
burning stars are burning
burn from the bucket of God

Crying clay hardens
dirt turns into amphoras
Wandering wines in the cellar are cold
splash into glasses with a burning harp

Pulse of blows increasingly and more often
Sounds are all cleaner and cleaner
The present is heard in them
A bright wave of eternal tomorrow overtaken.