Юрий Наумов - Этой Ночью
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This night

A thousand thousand nights, the night hits below the belt so that sparks from the eyes are pouring, sparks from the eyes ...
The sun burns with a billion candles, but all these candles burn out in the evening.
And now a thousand nights over the cities have been jealous of a faceless haze.
And the day ends a draw every evening, but at midnight a steel needle, a steel needle enters his heart.
That night, someone walked in a plowed strip and did not leave a trace.
And someone hit the sky with a knife, and a blue mica poured down with a bang.
And no one heard the rattle of breaking shooters of the most correct watches in the world.
The whole outpost was asleep, like a murdered one, and there was no one to arrive at their plaintive call, their plaintive call,
Their plaintive call, their plaintive call ...
This night!!
That night we came here and we rush through the shadows to the moon that shines for us.
That night we came here and we rush through the walls and glass to the moon, which shines for us.
In Plastun, we wipe the stars through the spiral of the thorns in which the current has been missed.
And while machine -gun nests are silent, he still suffers time, but until dawn and only ..
And forgetting to wrap the ticks with the island, we bite a meter behind a meter prickly fabric.
Our blood turns into an electrolyte, but we are alive, and only from burns traces on our hands.
But the moon is full -blooded that night, and it is reflected in our tears.
And it is exposed in our tears and becomes the sun, but how - I am not able to say.
And in the moment of eclipses, we are torn from the sun to shreds to extract inner light for a moment.
And at such moments, songs are born from the cracks of forever blinded songs to highlight the eyelids.
And when a shining ball becomes a gaping wound, the light will shut up, but by the will of the Creator
Protubes flying in the world will be drilled by someone's blind hearts.
Flying in the world ... flying at night !!!
But this night becomes the past as the moon leaves the sky.
And the dawn comes to the ground, but the strangeness, with dawn, another war comes to Earth, another war ...
And the sun at the zenith burns so dazzlingly bright that the eyes are dark in the eyes.
And machine -gun nests sing in full voice with blind chicks that they know how to fly from birth.
Fantastically quickly fly ...
Fly to fly stunningly ...
Flying quickly to fly ...
All this means that this night, like a thousand thousand nights, has already died.
The night ends with a draw every morning, but at noon a golden needle enters her heart.
And if death is generated day and night, so where is that power that we called?
I realized: last night we rushed through the shadows to the sun, which shines inside our eyes.
Last night, we rushed through the walls and glass to the sun, which shines inside our eyes.
Last night we walked through thorns to the stars that shine inside our eyes ...
"But are there too many hallucinogens?" - one of you will ask ...
But are there too many hallucinogens? -One of you will ask ... one of you ... one of you ... one of you ...
Hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ...
But are there too many hallucinogens? - one of you will ask ...
One of you ... one of you ...
Hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ...
One of you ... one of you ...
But is it not too much ... but is it too much ... but is it too much ...
But are there too many hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ...
But tomorrow at night someone will survive in order to tell us about us later ...
That night ... last night ... tomorrow at night ...