Веня Дыркин - Нибелунг
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The dead ash of the moon in the mourning of the sky,
The dandruff of the letters of the stars is my name.
To read it - so much mile.

Nibelung! Nothing will come out for you -
The cat died, the tail was rubbed.
And no one will drink this blood,
And no one will eat her flesh,

Waiting? You're lying!
In the hands of a syndrome trembling. Drink? Well…
On that and sunny day
Custox in the square of the window.
And your mother is alone
And your mother is sick.

Consider your own sleep
Where I am the mountain ash outside

Warm with the free hand in tango flame,
I conjure the water of the Congo's waters
To wash the fire. Sing and sing!

Nibelung! This is the bonfires of the native -
Bronze female Gnu.
And you are so tight in her cage,
What you won’t understand why.

Spring.
The hangover blurs sweetly
Demon of sleep
There was a tariff yesterday
Today is in the throat of the spinner.
Your wine does not matter
When the wine is not clear.

Another gray day
In the kitchen with a dirty table,
Where I am the mountain ash outside

In the memory of the Milky runes - death and roots,
In the runes - the movement of evil in the myocardium,
To forgive it - two wings.

Nibelung! This is melting your wax convector,
The feathers of the wings froze into steel,
The memory of the pipes takes away the wind.
Fly away! Fly away!

Seven troubles -
One answer - there is no God as no;
Where there will be a coffin on the table,
There will be alcohol on the table.
Where someone drinks at the table,
There someone is sleeping under the table,

Where is human scrap
Sprinkled with chlorine and ice,
There I am a mountain ash outside the window ...