Хиппи, Violetta Chislova - Атлас
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Atlas of dozens of worlds
Pulled a curtain of variable clouds
And somewhere behind the hill where Babylon fell asleep
There's a dreamer's house, there's a writer's desk in it
But the new book has not been published for three years
It’s all over, “you’re not the same anymore” - an uppercut phrase
It's like a current is cutting, memory is a sieve, sad Allan Poe
Not sad on the shelves in one
Heavy as the ax of Raskolnikov Rodion
For the sake of the new volume, alas, the stacks of rum are emptying
These chapters are dark, like guests of Harrenhal
May cigarettes and handfuls of validol help
I wish I could glue the stories together and finish all the portraits
Here agents call to tell you how competitors are selling
Fragments of a new masterpiece in my head
Since you are carried away by the winds, then you don’t care about everything
And let this whirlwind of words
Will take away all the rubbish underfoot
A writer with an igniting gaze
Raise your wild gaze
Trapped in cold darkness
At home on a chain
Forgotten halfway to alien worlds
Among the concrete slabs
Lost orbits
Out of spite I run along the outline of the feather
Trapped in cold darkness
At home on a chain
Forgotten halfway to alien worlds
Among the concrete slabs
Lost orbits
Out of spite I run along the outline of the feather
Singer Adele from overseas
Detective Luisa Rey, aka secret agent
One-Eyed Jack, the Hypocritical Poet
What will lead the revolt on the ship
The roles are multifaceted, deep, like Moriah
And waiting for stories, a sea of allegories
Many copies of chapters, lonely monologues
His characters' dialogues and ideologies
While these clouds keep secrets
He whispers spells in the manner of a warlock
After all, if you tell a story, then too much for centuries
And let all the drawings in the margins of the draft dance
“Your new thing is not the same” - consign this lie to oblivion
After all, critics, like crows, painfully knock on the crown of the head
And those words and themes that are lost in time
They will sprout as a stubborn seed, wherever they are
And let this whirlwind of words
Will take away all the rubbish underfoot
A writer with an igniting gaze
Raise your wild gaze
Trapped in cold darkness
At home on a chain
Forgotten halfway to alien worlds
Among the concrete slabs
Lost orbits
Out of spite I run along the outline of the feather
The evil grin is not scary
My censor cardinal
It is important for me to rain on the canvases
The page burns
And fly like a bird
Where we all dream at night
Atlas of dozens of worlds
Pulled a curtain of variable clouds
One more prologue (one more prologue)
One more line (one more line)
Another chapter, another hero, another destiny
One more prologue (one more prologue)
One more line (one more line)
Another chapter, another hero, another destiny (destiny)
Trapped in cold darkness
At home on a chain
Forgotten halfway to alien worlds (worlds)
Among the concrete slabs
Lost orbits
Out of spite I run along the outline of the feather
The evil grin is not scary
My censor cardinal
It’s important for me to rain down on the canvases (canvases)
The page burns
And fly like a bird (fly)
Where we all dream at night