Максим Демах - Все это не нам
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Scraps of newspapers, crumpled letters,
remnants of love mixed with sweat,
Broken lamp, rats and sun,
Which shines a little louder than necessary.

cobwebs and dust, bars and sky,
And someone sings about the wall behind the wall,
Debris and thoughts, printed inks,
Remnants of something that was me.

Yellowed songs, sad sounds,
Submerged children having a nervous breakdown.
Packaging of medicines for conceiving new children,
A whole box of food and sour beer.

And someone's face looks out the window,
And someone knocks on the clock.
But don't look, we don't care
Turn away - all this is not for us...

But don't look, there are photos of people there,
With whom you were on first terms...
But turn away from these doors
Forget them, they are all dead...

4.09.08