Станционный Смотритель - Исповедь хулигана
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I purposely go unkempt
with his head like a kerosene lamp on his shoulders
your souls leafless autumn
I like to illuminate in the dark

I like it when the stones fight
are aimed at me like a hail of burping thunderstorms,
I just shake my hands harder then
a swaying bubble of my hair

it’s so good for me to remember then
an overgrown pond and the hoarse ringing of alder trees,
that my father and mother live somewhere
who don't care about all my poems

to whom I am dear, like a field and like flesh
like the rain that loosens the greenery in spring
they would come to stab you with pitchforks
for every cry you throw at me

Not everyone can sing
Not everyone can fall like an apple at someone else's feet
this is a great confession
to which the bully confesses

I'm still the same, I'm still the same in heart
like cornflowers in the rye, the eyes bloom in the face
stele of poems gilded matting
I want to say something tender to you
Good night!Good night to all of you!
the scythe rang across the grass at dusk
I really want it today
piss on the moon from the window
Blue light, so blue light!
in this blue, it’s not even a pity to die
well, why do I seem like a cynic?
with a flashlight attached to his butt!
Good old, hackneyed Pegasus
Do I need your soft trot?
I came as a stern master,
sing and glorify the rats

Not everyone can sing
Not everyone can fall like an apple at someone else's feet
this is a great confession
to which the bully confesses

Not everyone can sing
Not everyone can fall like an apple at someone else's feet
this is a great confession
to which the bully confesses

My head is like August
wine flows from stormy hair
I want to be a yellow sail
to the country where we are sailing

My head is like August
wine flows from stormy hair
I want to be a yellow sail
to the country where we are sailing