Posternak - Детство
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Daddy's "Victory"
How can I forget this, my summer is my childhood
Where can I go in me in me to all my hearts, but death itself
Thank you my city
what is so beautiful that so long
This element does not subside
Steers power
Tsunami every scenario
Lears of your compressed walls
eagerly in my verse
You have honed my genres my style
forgive all those who leave you or someday leave their laughter their name
They stay nearby, they will not return
The ghosts of my youth
They would be happy
Your streets remember
Their steps in profile
In the old photo
But you have already become different
Changed the form as a school phone number
I gained but only the background
Hugs of suburban trains
Some kind of sigh from the windows of the veranda
The tube is somewhere far away
My brother and I run to drink milk
When mom calls us from the kitchen
And just about the rain will collapse from the sky soon
will be seized by a flash of lightning
Among the hasty paths, I remember everything
Here every breath is dedicated to you
You are a piano forgotten in the rain
Perform the symphony of drops
Like a sharp scalpel on my subcortex
my school tablet where there are only three
How many tears and happiness do these cottages remember
Bicycle walks flower beds Akhotnik
I started here and I will finish here,
Among the strict stanza of the lines of your balconies
Parks Mansard, where I wrote poetry novels
Mom’s dad, sisters so sharply grow in roots
You have not been taken away and will not be taken away
The names of the loved ones are driven by a bat in the heart every name
Among the old and new ones where my word was born
where is the rustle of spring foliage
Among my notebooks
All my skill in your streets crossword puzzle
And in it, as if the last letter is in a telephone booth
I look in the morning of the alleys
In a brittle and booming ball
arches of cast -iron grilles, yards, sidewalks
The quiet whisper of the houses is someone's stroke at the stop, narrow paths,
The largest area in Europe and cracks
In granite like leaps in history past the notes of the old man's tables Domino
Songs and swearing a rough corner in a torn poster and above
roofs of the palm of the sky in lines
tram fate
The night falls into this net
Buds of trains and every breath will be dedicated to you, be with me again

I'm not forgiven, let me return to my youth in a few years
Let me sit in a tram number twenty
burst into tears when you see you in wet glass
Through you to the center
Under the howl sirens
Everything is so valuable here
And where she is waiting with a branch of lilac
In the rain so spring
I am defeated, I pay on accounts
No stronger shield
Whose granite keeps me
Your rhythm is inside
In each stone window
I'm glad to follow Karma
Stick on the roots
You are in me like a virus, I grew up here
You are my city
you step on the foot on the throat
the weight of the buildings will not crush
I learned to forgive me to keep you in simple things but
My universe will break out in your dumb goodbye goodbye

I remember those who left, and those who returned
Considering the happiness will touch
To your bricks as an ancient tablet
their sadness as a print as an eternal stigma on faces inside a dagger what kind of pity
And again they are ready to say goodbye to the station
Her eyes said nothing and I did not say that between us
I knew those who filled their baskets with stones ate winter
and then dropped as ballast, keeping the balance
but only the water poured from the eyes.
Oh my father, how can I forget this is your "victory" in the face of branches about the door
How can I forget this, my summer is my childhood
Where can I go in me in me to all my hearts, but death itself