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Игра гениальной актрисы
Как осень, как листья.
Экскурсии в сердце, местами и к месту
Фалангами пальцев, кофе запястье
Улыбка-вспышка , и я проиграл свое счастье
Мы в центре, ты рядом, как будто так надо
"Игра и не более" шепчут фасады
Твоя атмосфера, твой запах, ты в целом
Откуда взялась? Ты на черном на белом
Нет лиц, нет гармоний, касание истории
О нас и о правде, и шепот «не надо»
Так тянет, так рвет,почти бросая ухватит
Игра гениальной актрисы не так ли?
И есть ли мне дело, до губ ее спелых?
До жестов, и правды чуть-чуть не дозрелой
На фоне различий, где место приличию
Ей хочется боли, сгорая как спичка
В полумрачном па, в театре столичном
И в зале его, я наверное лишний
Нужна ли игра мне этой актрисы?
Наверно не важно, закрыты кулисы
Игра гениальной актрисы
Любовные письма
Плацкарты, перроны и пот закулисья
Душа под софитом, в глубинах разбитых
Фантомные боли, ничто не забыто
Молитвы заклеены гастрольными списками
И ноты до боли в ушах стали низкими
Господь ей прощение, тревога посеяна
И первые всходы, расколят мучением
А я помолюсь, за нее, без иконы
Пылятся стихи, на забитых балконах
В такси на сиденьях, раскаются музы
По счетчику платит, мужчина не нужный
Верна Мельпомене, сильнее признанию
И только игра тревожит сознание
Ночами в нее проникает, лаская
То в холод, то в стыд безнадежно бросая.
Я гибну в ее слишком плавных движеньях
Не в силах успеть, захлебнувшись сомнением
Кричу, просыпаюсь и слышу как плачет
Игра гениальна, но неоднозначна.
The game of a brilliant actress
Like autumn, like leaves.
Excursions in the heart, places and to the place
Fingers, coffee wrist
Smile-spray, and I lost my happiness
We are in the center, you are near, as if it should be
"The game and no more" whispering facades
Your atmosphere, your smell, you generally
Where did it come from? You are on black on white
There are no faces, no harmony, touching history
About us and about the truth and the whisper "do not"
So pulls, so tears, almost throwing
The game of a brilliant actress isn't that?
And do I have the case, the lips of her ripe?
To gestures, and the truth is slightly not ripe
Against the background of differences where the place is decorated
She wants pain, burning like a match
In the twilight pa, in the capital of the capital
And in the hall, I'm probably superfluous
Do I need a game of this actress?
Probably it doesn't matter, the scenes are closed
The game of a brilliant actress
Love letters
Reserved seats, platforms and sweat sweat
Soul under Sofit, in the depths of the broken
Phantom pain, nothing is forgotten
Prayers are sealed with tour lists
And notes to the pain in the ears became low
The Lord her forgiveness, anxiety was sown
And the first shoots will be split with torment
And I will pray, for her, without an icon
Poems are dusting, on the clogged balconies
In a taxi on the seats, muse repents
Pays by the counter, the man is not required
Verna Melpomena, stronger than recognition
And only the game is disturbing consciousness
At night it penetrates it, caressing
Now in the cold, then in shame, it is hopelessly throwing.
I die in her too smooth movements
Unable to catch up, choosing doubt
I scream, wake up and hear how it cries
The game is brilliant, but ambiguous.
Like autumn, like leaves.
Excursions in the heart, places and to the place
Fingers, coffee wrist
Smile-spray, and I lost my happiness
We are in the center, you are near, as if it should be
"The game and no more" whispering facades
Your atmosphere, your smell, you generally
Where did it come from? You are on black on white
There are no faces, no harmony, touching history
About us and about the truth and the whisper "do not"
So pulls, so tears, almost throwing
The game of a brilliant actress isn't that?
And do I have the case, the lips of her ripe?
To gestures, and the truth is slightly not ripe
Against the background of differences where the place is decorated
She wants pain, burning like a match
In the twilight pa, in the capital of the capital
And in the hall, I'm probably superfluous
Do I need a game of this actress?
Probably it doesn't matter, the scenes are closed
The game of a brilliant actress
Love letters
Reserved seats, platforms and sweat sweat
Soul under Sofit, in the depths of the broken
Phantom pain, nothing is forgotten
Prayers are sealed with tour lists
And notes to the pain in the ears became low
The Lord her forgiveness, anxiety was sown
And the first shoots will be split with torment
And I will pray, for her, without an icon
Poems are dusting, on the clogged balconies
In a taxi on the seats, muse repents
Pays by the counter, the man is not required
Verna Melpomena, stronger than recognition
And only the game is disturbing consciousness
At night it penetrates it, caressing
Now in the cold, then in shame, it is hopelessly throwing.
I die in her too smooth movements
Unable to catch up, choosing doubt
I scream, wake up and hear how it cries
The game is brilliant, but ambiguous.
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