Бутылки С Зажигательной Смесью - Сводка
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The moon hung
The blue saucer cracked
Squeezes the hand of fragments of a chandelier
cut the palms does not hurt
remain on the tiles of blood drops
Evil went outside
Lying on the asphalt
The remains of autumn
Leaves in the park
blacken, lose yellow paint
darkens, eyes are tired
The night puts on the mask
Shadows people
And in the dark
But the gray moon
Bended over everyone
My path today
Doesn't lead anywhere
The sky is in puddles
thick water

The night will come again

The lights are lit in a row
A empty look is habitable

I hide my nose in the scarf yarn.
cold.
A skinny dog ​​runs nearby,
Sneces underfoot.
It still smells of a house from me.
An unfamiliar tail
from someone else's district.
The air is heaviness
Autumn wet summary.
The weather is muck
Vodka is a joy. Vodka!
rain.
A ton of water fell from the sky
Washed off colored courtyards
It became gray
Blind the flashlight
by the hands of a bully
his soul became brighter
It gets dark early
As before, my path
He does not lead anywhere.
Empty road
Dangerous ice

Weak signal of the midnight station
New blood - passed by radio
Bright life dies in idleness
There is no more pity
There is no pity at all
The contours of the body
Drawn with chalk
burning, the candle smoldered slowly
A young star quietly pale
In the matte sky
The moon hung
forever and ever