Nonna Mordukova - Ольга
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City tired of the names of dead heroes
How much more Rims should fall?
For the news to shut up and stop
Show the mountains of severed hands
Empty stops smell of alcohol
And torn throats scream with blood
Religion of violence draws icons
Turning your machines into laws
The blood of my generations on the fingers
The traditions of herd and soulless doubts
Sorrow is hidden in iron boxes
What turns hearts into a poisonous bonfire
Sometimes it is scary when the cops set fire to the sunset
Their leaders in raincoats and uniform complete the ceremony
Die to wake up alive in the morning
So that the birds are not afraid of the palms
Transparent fear opens its mouth
The sound of marches of people in gas masks
Drum fraction spits death
The time has come for burned landscapes
Persons carved from photographs
And high at the bottom of the garbage tanks
Souls roam quietly in the middle of empty areas
When the screens lick the eyes of unarmed children
The last hero always dies !!

Here freedom became a whore
Warming slavery bed
The words of betrayal and love are so similar

Pale bodies of cold walls
Remember bloody traces
Weak female palms
Night screams, trying to escape
But, choked in the morning, drowns
Drowning

She will jump from the roof of the summer
Crashing against the stones of winter
And only newspapers will see, whose pages are as usual empty
I hear the ringing of crooked mirrors about the bottom of your careless youth
And when the sky dies
What once created us
His soul is a million cranes
From the smoke of cars that have become crown
Closing eyes
Closing eyes
Windows are wounds
In the corpses of buildings
Through which time flows
And blood on the leaves of autumn trees
They look at the frozen city
Stopped by the sky
And on cops
Crying quietly
Her red-yellow blood

We are no more
We are no more
Olga
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