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In my mind, I created another world
And the existence of other images
I linked them with a chain
I gave them form, but did not name them
Suddenly, the menacing howl of winter storms rang out
And the unfaithful creation crumbled

Brother, come to me
Under the shade of bird cherry and acacia
To share sorrows
In the embrace of a world of muses and graces

Not the flesh of a fat calf
Not the fruits of happy Greece
You will see neither honey nor cans of beer
For you are a couch critic of the world

Friendship feasts at the table
And it
A piece of fine bread
And a glass of red wine

And the poet, as soon as a thought flashes
As I spill my whole soul
With the sound of a loud lyre
Light enchants even in silence
Sings, lost in a heavenly dream
You, your souls, his idols

I am shrouded in hatred
A multitude of whores
Not I know what will happen tomorrow
I have no ideas

The blood of the Fatherland does not run cold within me
In the world, is vanity or poison
The soul's object of desire
This is glory
I write my own texts
Together with Gleb or my brother
I express my thoughts
The structure within me is not that of a degenerate