Тимур Шаов - О Кризисе Древнегреческой Государственности
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On the crisis of ancient Greek statehood
On the radiant Olympus, the gods rule the oikumen,
They drink "metaks", intrigue, a peaceful flock,
Justice is coped, but the metal is rowing, despicable,
For the gods are also people - they will get any benefit.

If Zeus is squinting, or will remove from work, strict,
They know - this is a pod, full of lightning!
It will not leave without work, we are our own, we, brothers, gods,
We are immortal by status, we don’t burn pots!

The god of war sold the weapons, the sword - Danaytsy, the shield to the Trojans,
And he bought an acropolis, a chariot of the Lux class.
Zeus, of course, was angry, threatened his finger sternly,
And Field Marshal awarded the title of Field Marshal Plus.

There will be a harmonious world honest, kvass, antique,
The main God is excellent, so we pray to him!
We are led by his charisma to the bright world of feudalism,
A ghost wanders around Hellas, we need this ghost!

Mortal people suffer from holy sloppiness:
They did not share the nectar, here is a civil war,
After all, if the god of the ferte is stupid -
crisis of agriculture,
There is no one to break olive, Lyuli-Gluli no grain.

In empires - mat and squabbles, the gods have their own quirks,
People have peace and will, happiness was handed over in reserve.
The gods looked down more often - “How are these creatures, people?
Distract from thought - how do we equip us! "

Everyone wants to become a thunderer. The thunderer is a god in law.
Zeus is decrepit, nominally - he is still a father.
People are given a sculpture in the Parthenon for Zeus,
But the harsh priest is stern:

“Tell me, for the sake of
Who is not in Hellas in the lining -
Only merchants, priests and uncles,
Yes, we have chosen to know
Yes, bribes near the throne,
All the laws were packed
There is no truth, I swear by Hiton,
Ellad’s century cannot be seen! ”

Here the blind Homer is climbing
That he does not see - glorifies
Blood flows, the dog barks,
The caravan goes without words.
Artemis and Karona,
Hera, Gay, Poseidons, -
After all, all are prone to narcissism,
In general, twilight of the gods!

Who is conquered dutifully, who is jeopardy shameful
Eros Pseudonym took the “Poros”, he lives with goats.
For addiction to masturbation was subjected to ostracism,
A ghost wanders around Hellas, drinks Bahus, Hephaestus Kutes.

Smell to us, dear, sickle and pitchfork,
Yes horseshoes for mares
Yes fence for the grave -
We will be quite happy.
Poor people need a lot of
So that a good fence
Eh, Hellas You Hellas,
Three on the side - there are no yours ...

Eh, Dubinushka, we will smash, but he will go!
Eh, curly, we will smash, but he will go!

Everything will be very good
The process has long gone,
The sun rises above us,
The process itself is going on,
Someone is killed somewhere--
And this is a bad sign,
Blue men -
And this is a bad sign.

It is a pity that there is no money, there is no money, there is no money,
There is no money, do not stand over your soul
Ten years will pass, twenty years, thirty years,
Forty years, everything will be fine!
Everything will be just good!
Everything will be wildly good!
Fine! Fine! Fine!