KONFETNIY ZAVOD - промзона
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My soul is a heartless abandoned industrial
With shoes spent from the Scoot of Lawn
With forgotten battered flower beds
With sad buildings of DEC and clubs
Along the allest leading to which
There are irrigible busts now already unfamiliar
For a long time inactive idols
Rest with the world of their names
Near the Deka stretches the fence
Two meters, newspaper color concrete
Barbed wire rust red screensy metal
Behind the fence of the hangars, objects are dust in the hangars
The past time
Who left this place an ancient tribe
Goodworking spirits in the name of distant and sweet ideas
On flights to expo planets and stars
Greets were destined to dissipate in the wind
Without shocks - just lost his shine
Grinded surface steel
The spirits are tired, who felt someone, threw, forgotten
Since then, year after year, the layers of spring dirt and dust
Covered red brick of empty shops
Now no one is ready for work and defense
In the book left the books
About the left epoch
Accidentally turned out in this desert area
The traveler is trying to understand something about something
Wanders on projected travel, aisles, streets
In the fruitless doomed thirst for action suffers
Searches, rushes in scraps wall newspaper
In the drawings and the schemes of yellowed under the severity of years
Not finding motivations and at least some ambitions
In portraits of canned persons
The emptiness is systematically traced
The beauty of the former ideas seems illusory
The fact of axiological fiasco
There is a terrible desire
Hang on high-voltage wire
And not squeezing hands to reach the earth
But in this world there are no lights
And therefore such actions will not result

Smell like gasoline
Machines rushing by - quickly drive a gloomy section of the road
Bridge Rails
Unable songs without words
The Red Church in the Park laughs gilded sorrow over my face