Snowly - Dissembler - Мой поэтический сборник
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Oh, the instigator of the Udalla,
Threaten a shock wave,
The crowd is a famous hero!
For the roar sore hollow
I won a bow from fools!
Three -headed serpent, storm intake,
You seemed to swallow dope!
And, infantilely speaking,
Planes of the bitterness of condemning
Ringy throat, tearing Kyiv,
The shomusal there is a “royal” blue banner!
Unable to hold the violent rods,
He knocked out a red-black flag
Citizens peace, human good!
But there, at the side, the flock groans:
"Why is this sin of a sin?!"
After all, anger is not to achieve paradise!
You, in the war, are playing,
From the Maidan, jumping on trains
Disappeared who:
To Lviv, Zhytomyr, Lutsk, Ternopol ...,
Having done the obedient necropolis here!
What did the capital turn into?!
How did their countrymen rally?!
You will not clamp the enemies into the fist,
If the hail shake is on shreds!
They are able to create
Only the barricades of hundreds are five,
With a clang of iron, the power to be explored,
To plunder the houses of culture,
Yes, under a canopy in a cold to sleep?!
This feat of glory is not worth it!
The path is one plague orava -
You will recognize you as robbers
The grandson that reads the story!
Will see in the photo in folios
Crazy grandfathers with a banner.
Roaring slogan with good obscenities
Frantic people-fans.
In the ruins of the buildings of amateurs:
Yuntsov, fools and emigrants,
Grumpy grandmothers, pedants,
Faceless warriors with shields,
With smooth bits and mouths!
Is there enough courage to admit -
It was not necessary to rebel! ...