INTERNAL REFLECTION - Лимб
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I wash my legs on rails and sleepers
I don't remember how many years I have been going
I will bypass that composition with big steps
I don't know what I'm looking for

I breathe rusty air, the sky is broken
The river went into the distance
And in the distance of the fields of yellow wheat
Gray laps, industrial zone and barking

Dampness in the brains and words there is no place
The path was not marked on the map
Lamp is broken, poultry croaks
Dripping mercury in the stomach

Stinks with gasoline and metal sparkles
Cars rush into the distance
Somewhere the smell of burned rubber
In the corner lies a dead cockroach

Empty streets, shops and parks
Yellow birches and laughter of children
My city is a stone from the roof
Can only give you death

I will not have time to leave for the bus
Drowning in the river, choke in new buildings
The choice is small
Die, killed or put on the table
Bubble with vodka of the palette
With an interlocutor with a blue face
Arrange a revolution of dead ideas
At a dirty and smelly table
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I go by rail
The legs are erased, the walls break
I see the light and hear the beeps
These are the beeps of change.