Цушко Роман - Потерянное солнце
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Waking up in the morning, hurrying on business
Filling lungs with life -giving gas
Pouring the essence into the universal bedroom
And watching the world with a blurred eye
Having not chewed yet the started hour
Without swallowing it and not assimilating it
We are already working for the toilet
The world of consumption is preparing
Loans, banks, pharmacy, kiosk
A bottle of beer, like a sleeping pill
And TV, like a vacuum cleaner
And "classmates" for anabiosis
Hiding in the dusk city subsided
The light flickers in a darkened window
The alarm clock rings the alarm clock
Recalling the lost sun

And in the refrigerator, rotten kefir
Sour coffee
Again on the radio hoarse idol
Sings about how birches cry
I pour into the mass of a gray crowd
Burdened working system
And cats purr in the lane
Between themselves on banal themes
About how tomorrow will turn out
Not perfection of the current system
How some kind of deer tossed
Hiding behind someone else's back
What is the ruble today
For what and how we need to fight
Do we have a resource in stock
Not remembering the lost sun.