Дмитрий Макляков - Судьбы параллельные
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It really turns out that the close is lost
Like a bouquet of a sinking miracle petal
Weak troops are furiously compressed
From a notebook, a piece of a piece torn into a cell
Skinny fingers on a paper body
Strictly under the ruler, the thread was removed
Only parallel lines came out
But they wanted to connect them to the fingers
Connect them, combine them,
Connect them, firmly tie them
Bonds by one, children's efforts who tempted you?
The lines remain not connected
How they are not spoiled by the last strength, from the last forces,
And they fly with armfuls for bonfires hangover,
So it turns out, and who to blame?
Our lives are strictly parallel
Do not try to connect them,
Our lives are strictly parallel
Do not try to connect them.

I don't want anything, but we need to put up
With a pain of lonely souls
The inkwell cried on Watman's shoulder
And black streams left carcass
Horizons long -distance roads to them are long
You, as long as Gorky grief on shallows
These parallel, fucking lines,
Can meet somewhere on the edge of the earth,
on the edge of the earth, on the edge of the earth
In the meantime, frost and in the arms
a thin branch substitutes the barrel
crumpled life in a broken line
And the leaflet in the cell falls under the table,
rolled under the table
but the ice thaw, a drop on a droplet,
The sun is warmed, forgetting about everything,
Swells in a cell in a cell boat
On the sides with the breaks of the line of fate
Swells in a cell in a cell boat
On the sides with the breaks of the line of fate.