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V.

Black wind above the city
Above my house, the blackening wind;
Frokes are in a hurry to live in the hearts
Compassionate ghosts,
Using confusion,
Using the Troubles,-
Itching ... waiting ... burning.
On the corner, he is always nameless
Languishes,
Clutching the cold with a cheek,
And crying with green rain
On posters and pale
Faces.
In salty violin
Darkened bronze,
And coals orgies on a scorched day
Shitty field.
Dance from the enchanting flour,
And then
In the folds of the clothes of weightless
Hide many sinful hands.
And do not ask his name,
I can not talk:
You will not believe it.
Let it be someone
After all, it is worth calling, and-
Lost.
Look calmly
In the eyes,
It dies in the eyes
Storm,
And a cry on the lips
Dead man,
And a quiet victim
Father ...

Gold- this is a network;
Gold, out of handy,- Scylla-
The body endowed her life
I lured it into a raw cream.
Off of the sun -smells orchestras,
We go out to the lonely sound.
Songs were wet in a dirty stream,
In a swampy, a place was perished.
To the monsters, to the fish, to the graves,
To streams crowded with blessed,
To the ascetic in heavenly corsage
And with black juices in the veins,-
Turn to the last question,
Immediately showing honor and contempt,
To frowns the foreheads in surprise
Granite stumps have colosses.


You know the idyll
You strive for it;
The secret diary is your-
Funity in hell.
Today's wind
Scares pages
And the ashes marks
The blue community.
Troubles to a stranger
Water for the piano,
And fiery glory
There, from Sodom.
But vague joy
In the impending finale,
Forbidden pulp
I am painful painfully.
Anticipating
Lurking rain
I break off
From thin branches, fruits.
These apples
Will be tomorrow - not in a penny,
This taste lives
Only mi- to trouble.
And also,
Everything is down to the celebration,
In silence
Behind the doors of silence.
But what
These signs are kinship,
And for what
Do you need these signs?
Or after-
Back to silver
Come back
On the same way?
And hesitates
Pain in the morning
And keys,
As always, not to find ...

And the demon, suddenly exhausted,
I turned to two cottage cheese faces
One of which is living.
Dawn; Heaven in ruins,
Hungry, meaningful,
And somehow beautifully empty.
Sleep dies, turning into reality,
I see how the ashes sticks it
To the soles of passers -by.
I'm walking past the walls where life is back
Stood nameless and spilled rain,
Like nothing on earth...