Депутат Балтики - Комиссар Дымовой Жандармерии
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At night under the wolf sun, throat in dust
Barricades with a dashing yellowthrot of fate
Relying on invisible crutches
Half -dead children of a black pipe were walking

They were led by a commissioner
Smoke gendarmerie
Faded son
Double -hearted empire

And from the edge to the edge of the entire rotten land
The cannonade of useless shooting was heard
And they barely sailed across the pale sky
Black clouds from a smelly pipe

They were taken away by the commissar
Smoke gendarmerie
The stolen son
The choking of the empire

Every day, corroding the skin to the ground
On the proud steps of a broken lip
Leaving burns, flowed through the body
Rotten water from a rusty pipe

I drove it
Commissioner of the smoke gendarmerie
Tired son
Rotting empire

On high grief among red deserts
Where waterfalls are constrained with strong iron ice
Where the big star of wormwood fell
There is a collapsed pink house

He sleeps in him
Commissioner of the smoke gendarmerie
Long already dead son
Dead empire