Небо без звёзд - Заколоченные дома
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Boarded up houses

Into boarded up houses
They looked, and found out everything
But the trusting ones scolded
They said, Satan
All the smoke-filled worlds
Gathers in his bed
And we didn't want it
Didn't look into a glass of wine
And others rushed into an argument
Understanding where else
Tearing apart the crowns of celibacy
Already feeling the sentence
Against the greedy torch, the night
Holding the curtains tightly, it looked like a beast
And whispered and rubbed its neck
And in the morning it led to the yard

Past these bald walls
Past those sweaty gazes
Pouring intoxicating poisons
Pretending decay as happiness
Into these huts again and again
Into communal troubles
Carried away with sips of home brew
With the taste of stale other people's betrayals
After the night we are all pale
Cold, warming up in the soul
Not faithful to our toys
Even with tales of the moon
Scooping tomato juice
Of his blood in an empty vase
Somehow I didn’t even understand right away
Felt that they were freed

Into boarded-up houses
A wonderful promised profile
Like a gold piece from under the sofa
Transferred to the bins
To see the eyes in the window
To feel on the wrists
Like the curse of that happiness
Brought to mind
Not fixed, not passed
Not trampled with boots
What was sown was not collected
What was felt - burned
All dreams turned black there
A fire was burning with crimson
And, absurdly, a funny remnant
Creaked a miserable roof in the distance

Sprouting from the earth into smoke
Devouring their closets
Opening deceptions to the fire
And ringing thick in pockets
Echo of nastiness and love
Moths of sables in kilograms
A layer of dust on mezzanines
Howled greedily and inevitably
A house lost forever
Along with shoes on the carpet
Photographs on the highway
Escapes to white cities
Along with the lace of snow
With those with whom you met the dawns
At the pier on the Black Sea
And what did you dream about then...

You stood on damp coals
On the whitish fire foam
And the moon promised time
And they carried on sheets
The surviving utensils away
Rampant marauders
And all conversations burned
About vagabonds and kings
About fading beauty
In a cramped August font
About Trojan horses and fairies
With a sense of humor and in a veil
And you burned these walls yourself
Everything, mercilessly, without a trace
This is the past, without looking back
To build on emptiness.