Law finished the circle,
Starting under fire.
And as hopeless attempts,
I - inconsolable cut me ...
I neoritm , I am useless
In the ideological battle voids
I'm choking on the pompous ,
Forgiveness of fuss.
I killed in the war .
the need for undertakings
Throws in a genuine impasse
identification judgments
All the same cross , all the same moment .
Oh , let me see the truth , God ,
Oh , let me see Bes lie!
I'm choking it tomorrow ,
It will not touch , can not take.
I killed in the war
Cold, hear , cold,
I raznoglaz how to Woland
made photo
Under Adam's apple turns
As windmills
Krikoobraznoe something
Weak , barely alive,
Yes sharp as a knife
Torn ribbon curls ,
Beating on the wall of the throat,
Already sour , rancid ,
And still beats !
Cold, hear , come on !
I've narrowed the strip ,
Costumed Pooh !
And saddle . Craters from shivering
I remain on the skin.
That's all. And I do not .
