Михаил Щербаков - Или счастье подберу...
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Or I will pick up happiness
Or I will die alive,
Or what I left
Then it will break my back.
Give me God, so that it is lucky
To be born and live,
And wheat heat
So that it will rise with corners.
Only, the devil is pleasing
The wind came here black
Whistled on the downed grains
Black wind of marsh darkness.
Whistled on the downed grains
Black wind is hopeless.

Not in prison and not in the darkness,
Nizach, nobody,
Just like that - left Daleche,
I went on the way, human.
He quit everything that did not demolish
For the sake of a long journey -
Whether to find good,
Either come to death.
The night sailed fruitless,
And the earthly is indecent
Reflected in the black sky,
In the black sky badly.
Reflected in the black sky,
In the black sky hopeless.

Either puddle of water,
Either traveler traces
Whether he is waiting for guests of uninvited
The edge of the puzzles of the cursed.
And there is no end to the East
For the sake of a red word,
For the sake of heard from the porch
Songs of Schatnoy Squur.
You will be a stroke, hungry,
You will be weak and ailment -
Your birdhouse took a raven
Black raven is dark.
Your birdhouse took a raven
Black raven hopeless.

Or, however, the night is dark
Or a throat is permit
Or a horse skull
A white bog from a quagmire?
Maybe the rider was crappy
Maybe a rain of shedding
I knocked out a stone under my foot ...
Oh, my horse is a crown!
Talisman, you see, worthless
Was left to you by God -
Bended you
Black drowning is impenetrable.
Bended you
Black drowning is hopeless.

Either stars in heaven
Either tears in the eyes -
You returned, human
Disrupted and crippled.
Remember, you threw from evil
Garden, wife and edge of heat -
And now spring has come
But your land rotted.
And now you have become free
After all, your wife is blinded
Your hearth is filled with ash
Black ash and cold ...
Your hearth is filled with ash
Black ash as a hopeless ...