Телевизор - Квадраты
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And yet the order of things is absurd
People melting metal
Woking fabric and baking bread
Someone shared you shamelessly

Not only your work, love, leisure
Stole the inquisitiveness of open eyes
A set of truths feed from hands
The ability to think was stolen from you

The answer was awarded to each question
Seeing everything you see, you are neither zgi
Became the matrices of newspapers
Your meek brains

But there is no answer to the main question
Dressed gray and dive
In the morning and evening like a vacuum cleaner
You are drawn in the subway

And here you go with a thick caviar
All as one on one cut
People who know how to shoe
People who know how to get

But here they go by a row
At! At! At! At!
So far only to the parade
People who know how to kill

But one day, among minor affairs
Giving you footsteps
You decided to escape beyond
Flapped lampposts

You rebelled, screaming stealing!
You do not want to give yourself
And then first they will come to you
People who know how to convince

Their words will be exalted
Will be intelligible and kind
They will prove as twice two
That you can't leave the game

And you repent a poor brother
A lost brother you will be forgiven
Under chants in your square
You will be carefully returned

But if you persist you, you
I will not let me, there is no one to be
Inaudibly from darkness
People who know how to kill

You will swallow longing like Khina
And on the squares as if in a dream
A blue flap will be drawn
Black grill in your window.