Тимофей Яровиков - Продавали Христа
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Eh, during fasting
They sold Christ,
Traded lazily,
Yes, no one bought.
And they asked a little
If only it was on beer ...
But they didn’t take it, and okay:
Conscience will be clear ...
And with questions of faith
We have a tense
Orthodoxy hid
In churches-church,
And in the pockets of people -
From paper icon,
And behind the bosom - the cross,
Cigarettes and fear.
And on those on the icons
In the pockets of unwashed -
Green faces
Overseas kings.
All are elegant, useful
And, apparently, fed,
Not enough, goats, on you
Heroes.
And from the Holy Spirit
Pulled a shower
It smells of mold
With a sort of sour.
Yes, Slavicism accelerated,
And Vera - fell asleep
We are her mud
They turned face.
Eh, Neide makeup
Vasilisa Beautiful!
Of our native women
They bought the whores
And the funniest
That everyone agrees with this,
Well, I would be ku-ku
Pupped a slap in the face.
They squandered - that's it.
What is left? A little:
Only vodka and homeland
And emptiness.
Mom told me:
Do not touch the saint ...
Nothing, mother, don't be afraid
Our conscience is clear.
We are still our own
They did not sell Christ ...