ВАНТУЗ - ЧЕЛОВЕК ИЗ ДРУГОГО ВЕКА
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A driver beats a horse with a whip; a horse hits the ground with his hoof.
Behind in the covered carriage the heart beats to this rhythm
There are broken glasses everywhere on the floor like gems
Conversations die down and courage loses points
Rocks are crumpled like letters; the pain cannot be expressed in words.
Serpentine dashing road between mountains and heaven
Up we go with a well-fed laugh to the moon with a cold gaze
And running away can be cowardice, just like following the herd
If there was a chase, someone would shout at the horses
And all the slackers and sleepyheads would only dream of peace
If there was room here for a secret, it would become open
So that all the wolves are fed and the enmity is forgotten
Therefore, I will not hide my goal, sir rides to the cliff
The horse is a blind driver, drunk, if only you knew, the mane stands on end
I would roll like a coin and fall on the stones in the water
Where would the body find peace without affecting nature?

A man from another century but from the same simple test
The words disco are alien to him; he cannot find a place for himself.
He passed through the river of oblivion and languished on the island of knowledge
After a couple of earthly generations, he returned to the freedom of wanderings
In an old building after renovation where dilapidated walls came to life
The finest veins return wood from under the varnish
He wears ascetic trousers with soft rubber soles
Past the bright shop windows where blind faces stand frozen

Everything bears an imprint, from buildings to gloves
About a single quality in an indestructible union
Trust in cars is faster than in paintings
Art grows, weighed and equated to mines
Accept this reality kill the imagination
Out of fear, the legs of the power of respect grow
Although it was completely ridiculed, it was said in a low voice
A stripe closes in a circle at the edge of the photo
There are places from which there is no return
A comrade denounces a comrade, not his brother
Here, heavy sleepers dream of halva and five-year plans
From the sole to the place where the beret is worn
Everything is sewn correctly according to the same pattern
And the crowds don't envy any unique person
All the fuss zombies on the quality of theories
In gray tones of stories painted along the contours

We realized the price of the act when the reckoning came
The era was dying again, killed by the hands of a soldier
Neck-deep bloody shadows in greatcoats walk in a line
As if the smell of Chanel had already become a legend
You teach this at school without knowing the connection between the events.
A story of fear and pain is woven and a thousand threads
You see it differently, calling it real
They weren’t even given a name and it will become passing

Like foot and mouth disease, like Ebola, like AIDS that never existed.
How faith and unbelief went through all this hypocrisy
And the time of doubt seems to be a sign
Changes his mind to the opposite

Imagine waking up in two hundred and not seeing the sunset there
Children who are blind from birth, the earth is like burning cotton wool.
And if you don’t care in the present, what won’t matter in the future
Fools, you walk imposingly on thin ice in the spring

Not the happiest but the richest
Alive unborn and dead damned
What are you talking about while sitting in the capsule?
Why aren't you drowning, why aren't you burning?
When you realize that at this moment
You can't buy time with old currency
Excuse me, Reverend, it looks like you are a semblance
A sign with your name is like a tombstone
I'm a man from the past but I haven't changed
You are poorly preserved, I was born again
I am knowledge, you are the reason, you are the light bulb, I am the wire
And the one who believed you is nothing more than a gadfly
I'm tired of the fake and vulgar past
The denouement is obvious in this cinematic world
You are cramped in this cocoon, concrete is cold to me
I want you to see who got the throne