Фёдоров Олег - Пожелтела моя голова
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My head was yellowed
The firebird stifled south.
Falling around the foliage
On the alleys of the night capital.

I listen to her words
When it is bad to sleep,
Not still silent houses
What shake in the darkness of the eye socket.

The nightlight is burning green
The longest time, until the morning, happens
There is the same as me, the old man
The century is not a long time,

Something writes with a pen in a notebook,
Like an old -fashioned storyteller,
I would like to play him
If it were suitable for the game.

So I have been living for many years,
Barnaul, in your palm.
Wake up to meet the dawn
Observer outsiders.