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Swirled in the sky
Milky heap tails
A well-worn coachman drives across bridges

Funeral pyres
Before the kings in Gucci
On the occasion of the coronation of the couple

Don't torment me
Tendency to epilepticus
In the stoker of cast iron clouds

Obfuscated with a wondrous aura
Found my lost key

The birch bark itself was dug for me
Into open doors
I carry the heavenly cap
God-given

I waited five days for the shot
Yes they let me go
Servants

I saw my century melting away
He spent his time at hard labor
Stuffed my texts with mystery and mysticism

May dry brushes never fall
May artists not find the truth
Let the song flow

Let's rip throats
Above the rafters are carpenters
Life doesn't stop

Spring will catch up with everything
Swollen buds juicy
Tear to shreds
Bottomless nights

Cypress trees at the pier
And skinny hounds
Catching rats from the barn

Sleeping shepherd
In a nightmare he babbles
Take this cross, schoolboy

Behind the muddy splashes
Who doesn't make sense
Will not see the fountain in person

There is one trump stick
We bother him
Down to the soil

A complete ascetic
Sharpens into the microphone
One vow against any damage

Rise up your spine
Gentlemen workers

Open eyes
And the mind is sharpened

Give me moksha

Prayed in a wet adit
With all my might

I resisted the terrible temptation
In a gambling house

Higher will
Give me chips for all tables

Your proud son is destitute
wants to know himself
Where is not allowed
And become yourself urgently

Pull this worn out strap
It's time to end it
To the howl of anxious onlookers
With foam and crouched

I saw everything I could
Fuck guts with sewer pipes

Investigative Officer
Powerfully trimmed
And quarrelsome Nokhchi
They sound like eastern