Общество Слепых - По коммуналкам
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White smoke in August steranes my memory
I lost a weasel in the courtyards of stone
while I was in the communal scherilsya
she wrote poems on my walls
while I was in the communal scherilsya
She sniffed the skin and cut the veins
I often think of the delicate pain
the wind often asks to sleep with me
who he is mother you're wrong
he is my God, and he is a youth of my dream
you hide your years-I still think
you hide your face, I know it
while I was in the communal scherilsya
She wrote poetry in my hands
days as clean dust among children
shadow like a dirty night my children
do you like life do not be afraid to take care of yourself
you like white bone erased chalk
while I was in the communal scherilsya
she sniffed my shirt and dying
five years ago the winter at my feet
a voice from the right side of my mouth whispers
who he is-he-answer me like a god
as holy ground absorbed the blood
while I was in the communal scherilsya
she wrote poems on the ceilings
while I was sleeping in the communal
she loved me in your dreams
I have been waiting for the first minute
already in
I have to look for warmth
rains washed away the tears from shabby face
voice hoarse in scandals when I waited
a year ago, leaving you believe the void
those letters is a dream blurred in water
while I was in the communal scherilsya
She wrote poetry in his hands