Владимир Асмолов - Спящая красавица
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Having stood up once until dawn,
I realized: it's time!
Waiting for me for a distance somewhere
Black Mountain.

For many years in the edge of Tom Dalnoye,
Maybe breathing a little
On chains in the coffin of the crystal
My soul is sleeping.

I had to lose her
At the time of black years
Before I managed to be born
I'm on the white light.

I was told something there
About the spindle,
But she was buried
With faith at the same time!

This sleeping princess
For many years in a row
Neither fanfare, no sirens
Could not raise it.

Lying, faded densely,
Guarded the coffin
And the heart was empty
At least Katya is a ball.

No, love for the father of the peoples
There was no longer
But she came to us in years
The pain of innocent victims.

We did not suffer without measure
We are because of him -
Generation without faith,
Just everything!

Muse spit out with blood
Perennial gag!
Still, what is it -
Passed stage?

Anger, envy of human
Killed them,
The best excluding
From the ranks of the living!

And then all these years -
Emptiness and lies!
Here it is from where is it from -
This youth!

And, of course, it was necessary
Need anyway
At an hour when deadly stuffy
Open the window!