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I just need to get drunk and sleep
no more for happiness
so many words to trust tirelessly
repeating to myself again

your knees are knocked down, your hair
jumped in the wind like lilac branches
the very lilac to which you are allergic
I have a world growing without air.
generations built without growling piers
and the beginning of despair, after which
I will never be able to sluggishly sail away again.

try to tell me what
what did she hide a few days ago
try to paint all the portraits on the walls
in a new way, with watercolors and a brush.
then it was not given to me to meet
it again did not happen.
although, I regret it.

myriad kilometers before the sun comes out
morning in public crush, quarrel,
snot and slush.
batteries warm hands, but batteries
there are so few people in the carriage.

fresh cold air.
they don't breathe like that
it's easier to suffocate under it,
than under the exhausts and sobs.
under the black-handed brothers
tired of choking their drives
Well, I just don't want to hang myself on a hanger
in the bathroom.
shameless.

sometimes the outskirts will miss us
our shadows will wander along the minibuses for a long time,
wash your ruddy cheeks and have a cup of coffee
and I will be lost without lunch, without dinner.