KS Vasina, Mr. One Eighty - Бежать
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Noisy roads and city avenues
There are subjects around with an unfamiliar dialect
Only a ray of sun will penetrate my living flesh
Will dispel the darkness in my blind soul


The clock hands move unnoticed
Old portraits gather dust in the depths of closets
And in front of the notebook untouched by the poet
You have to run to hear the cry of birds in flight

The roads are silent, nature is open spaces
The curtains are drawn and my nerves are like strings
Reality is crazy with Sad and Gamora
But still this city is the smile of fortune
Saves you from thoughts and hides your eyes behind blinders
Here people are in their holes in a dejected routine
It seems life is meekly wandering into the trash can
The verse is a step towards our medicine

After all, anything can become a muse
As with music, ties are so oppressive and adversity
Like previous years, so is the darkness of overload
Like the sadness of a burden, so is the joy of chords
In a notebook from the chest of drawers, the train of thought is not narrow
I will accept your review as an incomparable contribution
Poetry is not fashionable, if you want it, don’t use it
Taste the decent experience without illusions

The clock hands move unnoticed
At heart we are the same children from past photographic portraits
Describing life under the masks of a poet
In the drafts we find the light of our former faces

The clock hands move unnoticed
Old portraits gather dust in the depths of closets
And in front of the notebook untouched by the poet
You have to run to hear the cry of birds in flight

The clock hands move unnoticed
Old portraits gather dust in the depths of closets
And in front of the notebook untouched by the poet
You have to run to hear the cry of birds in flight

We have to run
You have to run to hear the cry of birds in flight