Oh, pour one for the road, but sew up my bag-
On line - by stitch, and the words - two seam.
And let raw blizzard finely Viet gimp
And hemp yarn weaves in lace.
Funeral dumb! And I was very otpoyus.
And you did not show mercy - srezh spear.
But look - on the chest led wormwood.
Scratched edge beats in the wound rook.
And sang scarlet key, boiled, has begun to seethe,
Spun rook on the merry brook.
And I have an ambassador, a glass of vodka refilled,
Stir and swam in the underworld underwear.
So mildew pososhok, yes, pull the strap
God the Son, and the spirit of the paddle wheel in.
And let raw blizzard gently spreading bed
And the earth dirty fuzz stuck to his face.
Wreaths tied in small forest along the river.
Twist the tongue - tear off with his head.
The latest outpost lights will flash,
And the way bayonet block the hour.
- Let go of my sins! I do not remember the prayers.
But if you want - poems sins to atone,
But to explain - I love because it hurts,
Or it hurts because I love?
A country that has subsided. To lift heavy.
But somehow harnessed. And there - went to trot!
It does not matter that has not yet found the man.
Lonely woman ever to give birth.
And our truth is simple, but it is not enough cross
Of faith in the straw & quot; Save-Save & quot ;.
After all saints in Russia - only know fans.
In this highest measure. EQS-buried.
So what are you, brother, come on, you're missing, not a fool!
Yes, wait a minute, and you shall be to me a sign ...
All smiles all the time: - Look! -
And rouse me forever hot bayonet.
So sewed up my bag, so pour one for the road!
On line - sip, and the words - and all two.
And let all wet snowstorm tailors white silk
Finely Viet rigmarole yes tat.