Ганс Зиверс - В розовом стакане
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In a pink glass with milk
Malin sadness floats.
Hiding under a silk scarf,
You caress your own chest.

You caress the black pupils
Hiding under black glasses.
In curls of your thick hair
Your favorite dog is confused.

You play pink noktyurn
On the waves of invisible seas
And you bring it to the red nail
Small invisible animals

You are sure you are alone
But Satan loves you so much
He does not look away from you
Expecting the light to go out

And when the light no longer burns
He comes to you barefoot
He calls you "Lilith"
And caresses in red tongue

You are sure you see a dream
And in a dream, Garzon came to you
He reads sad verses
And he calls you "Ma Petite Fille".

But really terrible Satan
Slowly caresses your stomach
And drops of poisonous wine
Pouring into your childish and naive mouth

And then he climbs on you
The red beard fucked
And in your mysterious dreams
The seed of a terrible Satan is pouring

And the next morning with a white moth
You run in dew somewhere,
Hiding under a silk scarf,
You caress your own chest.

Because you are completely pure
Like some kind of virgin crystal
Because in your stomach
Children move, but not the same.