Сергей Канунников - Провинция у моря
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I can't wait for the wind on the shore
Do not fill the sail with your stubbornness
I will write a desire in the snow
And then I repent in inconsistency
A flock of random images of me
circles with a snowstorm, presses on the heart with sadness
Old old man by the sea will catch happiness
in a holey net will not let go

Memory is erased by lies
sticks secrets to the hands
I'm going to climb
Arkan pulls the throat

Who is the haste of tango on horses,
Echo rejoices in parquet halls
Who is this caballen, who holds fear
in his servant in case of a dashing
Black piano in sorrow, his maestro
He went into a binge without finishing the gamut
Passing the obedient to the rider
the horse dug a hole for him

Somewhere a chain is torn
The link is thrown out
Naughty goal
A bit at the window

What is luck here means for those who
catches mice with traps on a bear
Boy, go, boy, here is the city of Nalchik,
Where in Nalchik, to hell, swans?
you sit on the sidelines, repair your primus,
And if not, here you have a primus.
I don't know more than help you,
Such a local color and taste

The branches are turning
The trail stretches to the side
on the way to paradise
or in a dark prison