Ilya Delire, Михаил Потапов - В Воронеже не осталось
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There is neither a raven nor a knife left in Voronezh,
I walk, considering the tablet of the sidewalk as my sole.
This city is my brother, this city is my enemy
This city is Mandelstam to me

Wait.I didn't run through this street
I touched the ground, but now I've stopped
Along Manezhnaya, along Mira, colliding with the station
I fell out of my way

I fell into garages
What about Voronezh?Just garages
I lived in them, I slept and breathed in them
In them I saw rusty dreams

Tie me a flower from the streets
Before the Voronezh wind
I'll be carried away from the earth

Wait

I slept here
I'm here, in the crossroads of curbs and sleepers
Lying on a creaky sofa

Here I see: the road, fences, gates
Boards, nails, folded newspaper
Carried by the wind, a hole at the turn

And here I am
The wind carries me and I'm compressed like a gallbladder
- I’ll find out, I’ll find out
The neighbor will say

And you will be surprised and scream
- Where?Show me, show me

Here I am
And this is my newspaper
These are my boards and nails
Gates, fences and pit

This is all my lanes here
These are all my nooks and crannies

And no one else's
Cause I lived here, little boy
And sent ships through the puddles