Серебряная свадьба - Декаданс
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I'll go, I will go on the pavement
Beat men brothers
To forget the shame and conscience and peace
With me slightly in touch with the sleeves
To fly as light
On my thin and fragile silhouette

Hand raises, eye sunsets
I will arrange decades
My riddles, my gusts and seizures
For you, for you, for you!

My boy, here's a strand of hair
And revolver and copper cune
You pushed me, I bounced,
No, heated
No, before me your "Eros" is not Doros!
I hear the sound of heavenly stones
And you, alas, not Charles and not Baudelaire

Hand raises, eye sunsets
I will arrange decades
My riddles, my gusts and seizures
For you, for you, for you!

But you looked with distrust
In the shower crystal reservoir
I'm in a hut with mourning feathers!
I'm in a hut with mourning feathers ...
The gap dragged under the window ...