Евгений Сусоров - Галилейский рыбак
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Dance, Galilean fisherman,
On the roasting of temple plates.
Hundreds of legs
Religions are a strange network.
Still wandering in the dark
The sun is an unwashed face.
The cross is knocked out, but to you
Fisherman, do not hang on it.

Dance, blue -eyed simpleton,
Aim with a kimval to the moon.
Hawa Nagila fraction
The sacred hail is fever.
The elaborate temple is a skeleton,
Like a ship to the bottom
falls in the morning
and mouth
Yahweh
Open, glad.

Pilate Pretoria Paul
Breeds with a clang of steps.
In the bronze cup venom
Presistanced in wine.
Dance, fisherman, until then
Until your shelter collapsed.
Until your gaze has gone,
So far, Palestine is dark.

While you are a simple fisherman
And you go to the students.
The covenant has not been written yet
And Rome did not drink seven bowls.
So far from the underwear shirts
The warlike banner is not sewn.
Not yet entered in the altar
His body is a closing cloak.

Still green in the hills
Lebanese cedar Cosmas.
Spit a beam in a dream
Have you seen in the morning?
Dance ...
Non -sipped a nail
And so far winter
What can be in the dance, when you go
Scare off the doomsdays.

They will take off without breathing
From the stones cooled overnight.
The Kedron stream will be discouraged
buckets of elastic bodies.

And the scream "Shalom, Eshua!"
will disperse the darkness,
And behind her
Risen to the west of the East.
Did you, Teacher, wanted to?

So dance, Galilean fisherman,
On the roasting of temple slabs ...

Dance, blue -eyed simpleton,
Aim with a kimval to the moon ...

So far from the underwear shirts
The warlike banner is not sewn ...

Until the nail is packed up
And so far winter ...

Ten centuries will pass before
The first bonfire will flare up ...