Дркин Бэнд - 05 -- Дружок Фома
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In the sea-ocean,
On the island of Buyan,
In a hollow meadow
A clear month shines
On aspen stumps.
About that stump
The wolf walks toothy
On his teeth -
All cattle are horned.
Month, month, golden horns,
Dure the knives
Melt the bullets
Liner clubs,
Let fear
On the beast and on a person,
So that they are a wolf of gray
Not taken
And the skins of gray would be from him
Do not fight.

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Lived a friend Thomas -
A miserable geek
The son of three fathers and five sirens;
Pale shoots -
In a bright way,
And under the dome -
Dirty scarecrow.

Come out, dear,
Under his window
In a coward salmon of the lepered,
The nicknames of Thomas
Bell,
Treat Foma
Ripe apple.

On the swamp of the face - two swamp lights,
In the eyes - good news,
Ryaska on the bark rash.
And Kupalova Song -
To Osinov Penya ...

Walked after the farm -
The night is dark.
In a white sheet, my eyes gagged,
All with questions
Cranberry juice
Lips streamed
Wolf the song howled.

How much Fomku is not Gray, but the soul did not lie down -
In the skin of the wolf warmth,
Than in the sheep's sheepskin coat!
Ah, Kupalova Song,
I brought it, brought! ..

Khayanny dogs,
Torn dogs,
Smolled with resin, dumped into feathers.
Poured sparks
Most me
Fire in the centers
With a fiery fiery.

September 1992