joseph b. - лагуна
текст песни

I

Three old women with knitting in deep armchairs
interpreted in the lobby of the torment of godparents;
Akkademia boarding
The whole universe is floating for Christmas under the hollow
TV; Putting a grossbekh under the elbow,
The clerk turns the wheel.

II

And ascends to his number on board along the ladder
The guest that carries in the pocket of the grapp.
Nobody perfect, a man in a cloak,
lost memory, homeland, son;
He cries in the hump in the forests of aspen,
If someone cries about him in general.

III

Venice churches as a tea service,
a ringing in a random box is heard
lives. Bronze octopus
chandeliers in a trellis overgrown with duckweed,
licks that is repaired with tears, affection,
Dirty dreams of a raw machine.

IV

Adriatic at night by the eastern wind
The channel fills like a bath, with a top,
boats shakes like cradle; Fish,
and not the ox in the headlong rises at night,
and sea star in the window with rays
The curtain moves, as long as you sleep.

V

So we will live, flooding the dead
Water with a glass of a glass decanter is wet
Grappa flame, shirts, not
Gusy bird to saturate us
your choir of your chord, the Savior,
Winter night in a raw country.

VI

Christmas without snow, balls and ate,
by the sea, constrained by a card in the body;
Mollusk sash settled to the bottom,
hiding his face, but captivating with his back,
Time comes out of the waves, changing
The arrow on the tower is her one.

VII

Sinking city where a solid mind
suddenly becomes a wet eye,
where the Sphinxes are northern southern brother,
Lion Krylada, who knows literacy,
slamming the book, he will not shout "Tar!",
In the splash of mirrors, glad to choke.

VIII

The gondola hits rotten piles.
Sound denies himself, words and
hearing; and also the power of the one,
where the hands stretch the coniferous forest
Before a small but predatory demon
And the saliva shakes in the mouth.

IX

Cross with the left, absorbing the claws,
right paw, bent at the elbow;
We will get a gesture similar to
Hammer in a Serpa, and, like a clock,
We will bravely show it to the era,
taking the image of a bad dream.

X

The body in a cloak lives in spheres,
Where is Sofia, Hope, Vera
And there is no love to the future, but always
there is a present, how much bit
There was no taste of Ebrea kisses' and an glasses,
and cities where the foot foot

XI

does not leave - like a shuttle on the surface
water, any space behind,
taken in numbers, reducing to zero -
leaves no traces of deep
in the squares, as "goodbye" wide,
In the streets are narrow, like the sound "love".

XII

Spiers, columns, thread, stucco
arches, bridges and palaces; look at-
top: see the smile of a lion
on the wind covered, like a dress, a tower,
indestructible, like a cereal out of arable land,
With a time belt instead of a moat.

XIII

Night for San Marko. Passer -by with crumpled
a person comparable in the darkness with the
with a ring finger with a ring, gnawing
Noga, looks, is embraced by peace
now "nowhere", stay in which
Thoughts can be, a pupil is impossible.

XIV

There, nowhere, for his limit
-Black, colorless, possibly white-
There is some kind of thing, an object.
Maybe the body. In the era of trill
The speed of light is the speed of the zren;
Even when there is no light.