I go into the studio, dropping his mind
As if the burden of clothes before the night of love.
And my brain is exposed and free from dirt ,
I shine from the inside , I was a slave fail-safe ,
I ruled today is not the heart, but my hand !
And yellow bloody strings bursting my nerves
Have played their barbaric march Gorbonos Carla!
I crushes the mirror , not to see how looks double !
Mirrors, broken, oozing crimson and scarlet !
Under nasal cries of bagpipes and tambourines thunder
Carla make steel vessels with a scarlet clay.
My hands are the hands and torn to kosteneyut vessels.
I would be betrayed and sold all for this moment !
Like a blade pierce enemy liver fingers into the clay .
Immerse myself in the dust , to wrest from the darkness ridge core !
I - Open circle , finding the marriage closing circle.
My hid in clay double, I'm looking for your hand !
Seizing the fingers , I 'll break you from the depths through the mirror !
And you go out and become my clay sculptures.
Looking-glass in the flesh of this world remain a dead clay.
Soul in the flesh is not reflected Lord breathes with his half !
Taking away your life, my twin and my enemy,
I'm staying alone in this and that worlds.
And they shall fall before me obstacles glass
I can go without obstacles in the mirror !
Yes, I - Open circle , finds closing the circle !
My twin lurking in clay , I hold your hand !
Tightly clenched fingers, knuckles cracking ,
Spine shaking like a winch rope .
I'm elated , I see - victory is near ,
Seemed clay hand twin !
But the sudden jolt - Carlo laughter hit me in the back!
And the ground from under their feet , and double pulls me to the bottom, the clay !
I eel wriggle to crunch bone
Caught like a beast, like a fish in the networks .
But the closer the limit I am weak , useless struggle .
And last spurt - I fly in this red abyss ...
I'm standing in the studio, not only window on the left and the right ...
And deadly quiet penetrates me like poison ...
My fingers are clay ...
My hands are the clay ...
My eyelids are clay ...
Blood thickens and the heart ...
Hardens the heart in my chest ...
Straight won.
© S. Kalugin
