Саша Прохоров - Бармалеи кусали
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Barmaley bit each other, woke up from this,
The sluggish sun "Rhodopy" went out,
Smile - that the weather vane (he correctly advises),
Hyr! - into the drum, so that the ear is scattered,
Poltsia would lay down on a joyless vacuum.
cried, cried - who will hear here ??
and Swyl did not go out, and mirror with poppies
Gloven in the snout. You are silent, my reeds? ..

We bought hooks and stared at the heels,
And they thought, Pytalz, that they would not get
Threads of anxious, trembling nerve,
Sowing soul and charred fingers,
feed, that is, what are called pearls,
Stop rude, smile, tinning,
Fight the ice of my eyes with matyugam,
By morning you will not leave a stone on them in them,
You will put a firing friend with a dotted line
Some kind of polygamous advice,
You will drink it with tea, leave the apartment,
And he will invite nurses in his head.
And he will be forgotten to live in my hypochondrium,
He will teach silent, or to everyone - Waterloo,
Lightly to me where the beast and the scum
It blackens the mirror with a wet fuck ...?

Help the ash of his memory with laughter,
To crap on a chinarik and reconciled,
We sell our best years of our gold,
Kibalchishi, but not Timothy lyrics,
Let we look at the dogs, and the perfumes are corvalol,
But inside arsenic - from the gate, the turn,
Do you hear, my heart has exploded again?,
This menthchitomordnik pierced his mouth ..

The louds of the gully fell into the newspaper,
then your Katya is my wife, my wife,
They made it all the same
be stolen every ours of our Chirik
And each of our boots,

We will go to them with pine toothpicks,
zero pours glue into our souls anxious,
In each back, one-to-one one,
But we are burning with cunning fox faces.
If they wake up - we will shake slowly,
We loosen the porridge, grinning with black fixes,
You yourself are creatures, Zhen. You yourself are pale!
Hul you stared - you would go to hell .. -
They lead a torn to run into a miracle,
"I will not" shouts the worm in the fifth chair,
Gascon Ilyas sobered for some reason,
The destructive pouted Kazan in the Middle Kingdom ...

To us, the headman Lena is limping with eyelashes -
The tram did not puff to her in the light,
Even tilting the knees, so hesitates,
You, light, cannot, including excesses.

Your friend sparrow cried out with a chirium,
dancing from foot to foot and stiffed,
I did not blink Belebey,
He bit his cigarette and went out into the street.

The night of Cardamon soared (sweating)
Swinging, whistling snowstorms,
And we were not fooling around - we are with them -
The snowstorms were weaved under the oxidized cross,
They themselves said - every medal has
there is a sample with a pen, whether the side is the opposite,
The dust crumbled, bloomed with a purple thrombus,
Yes, the Nagan still did not struck the rolled.


I'm only an echo. Who are you? - Commander.
I will shoot you formidable eyes with fists.
And the lynx will move from a ringing chest,
From yours and mine, like kittens in a glass,
We fuel, grunt to the ceiling,
The day begins again, the day will be juicy,
Forgoted to drive our necrologist,
Gray eyes did not get wet.
So - bite and crush your sadness, and tomorrow I will take my birthday spots,
Let them combine them, as we are Caucca, we are Rus'
But let's not rush back this time? ...