БанДеролЬ - Дворник
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In the corners, entrances, arches,
In the morning early, in the jacket,
Nicotine wand
I play like a pipe.
And a broom, like a brush,
On the canvases of roads, carefully,
Throwing a thread of a thread,
I am writing a collective image ...

The light has not yet extinguished lamp lamps,
And maybe in some blind window
Someone in his lines allows a stamp,
Or is looking for truth in the fault ...
Only I write everything, I get a portrait
Unfamiliar to me, but to someone close ...
And maybe there is no sense in that sense ... -
Not in the soul, so it will be clean on the streets ...

On avenues, alleys
I am planning routes:
Where I will stop at the bakery,
In the sand I will play with a twig.
And four -legged run
Behind my fate, submissive.
I treat them a little
"Snickers" and "Pop-Kornens".

The light has not yet been included lamps,
But everything is already in the same blind window
Someone in the lines allows the stamp again,
Someone in his thoughts is already allowing a stamp,
And in the morning it is new to me
Sweep the corners, withdrawing a portrait
Unfamiliar here, but somewhere close.
Yes, and let it not at all in this meaning -
Not in the shower, so it will be clean on the streets ...