Янка Дягилева - Особый резон
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On the distorted mouths,
Rushed eyelids to mole
The error of the sprout is visible
By short -sighted eyes,
Not believing stupid tears
The conveyor of the sand crawls

The hand will not remember yet
The brasset trembles at the temple,
The slanting board calls
I am at the door eye
Under the heel of the ceiling

There was an egg at the entrance
Or a cool word
I turn my face.
A dream twitched by a nightmare
Newborn Mason
Sings with me in unison.

The winged wind in the distance
The tops of the rocks scorched
And here the lawn caresses
There is a special reason.
But the special department
But a special regime
But a special reason

That penetrated into the gap of the convoy
Will seal the windows with grass,
We will be told to slaughter
The hero crosses,
Will step into the sliding system
Forward for the homeland in battle

And evil enemies will perish
Who did not put on boots
Who did not say goodbye to himself
Who did not commit suicide
Everyone will lead to slaughter

But the special department
But a special regime
But a special reason