Radiograbador - Сеть плету
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I weave a net
I came out into the open air
He slipped out from under me like a wet icicle
As if he were lying on a melting ice floe
I tracked down a small demon
He changed direction
Over the lying bones
He dove into the flower dust
He's unlikely to return
Unless it rains
Or steam, or some snow

But the bones won't rise from the steam
At the sound of the bells is a different matter
At the sound of the bells they will sing
And those who were feet
Will dance themselves
After all, who can resist a song?

And the snow will stand still
Twist itself like a strong rope
Thread itself like a needle
Between the rib bones
And then they will stand still
What a dance will begin

The flower roots will surely cool
And the wind will swirl for a long time
At the very top of the house
And it won't comfort its nose with warmth
Howl again, louder

Why are you swearing? Is it me?

We are afraid of our thoughts
Oh, spring! Come back soon