ДДТ - В ресторане
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With Dostoevsky’s soul, with block complexes
I sat in the restaurant, I was sick of juice
Fate was corroded like bronchitis - Leo Tolstoy Syndrome
Non -resistance - on the left, on the right - rude word

The Lord tore off his voice, few people hear him
But life is already good and therefore breathes
My love for the world on the left, where the magnificent Klava
Where Eve eats apples, where is my glory

God, how good, how easy these doors are
I calmly entered them, birds and animals on dishes
I was a little sad, as the grave walked
Asked - who is to blame? Answered - drank little

But then you appeared and this nonsense flared up the temple
I, as an old Dionysus, became a mythological shame
Like in slave markets - the homeland was naked
On the stage of Europe, with wings to the floor

I forgot who I became and I cursed art
I realized that I was afraid for a long time
I fell to my knees with longing for Mondelstam
Forgive me, I love your ovals and shadows

And suddenly something flew into this gap between us
Something flashed and crowds of joyful dust
They sailed on the avenue, carrying a banner in their hands
You recognized me and we loved me for a second ...
And we loved for a second ...
And we loved for a second ...
And we are a second ...