When cozy autumn tired,
Green grass and flowers last
It does not become,
Then the trees humbly withdraw dresses -
Mole, hit the snow, we will tolerate.
As atonement for the sins of others - again,
As each revolution of the planet around the world,
As the clash of two principles,
From the beginning of time -
NOTHING NEW!
Who is fighting - with puddles with cold
Who - rent, armor takes,
Interference takes for granted,
That does not need to be changed as a rock.
As the lights. As the contrasts of night streets,
As the lights as souvenir doves kissing,
As clouds fuck,
Merge, razlipayut,
One second frightened,
How's the leg, accidentally
Slipped off the edge of the roof,
As the old woman with a broom,
With gold leaf dust sweeps.
How, beer drinking, dying nation,
Do you hear !?
Killed three thousand years!
As a mother, as a child, on the weekends -
Always preparing dinner,
Always busy cares
On his carnal attachments
The paint of the day tomorrow,
The nakedness of the processes
Where only a real cough
And paste
Of sand and water in the sandbox
As autumn. Subtlety unlimited.
It is in the cold air
And the warmth of alleys,
Tunnel of trees,
Carpet of leaves preyuschih.
It's time to surrender
In the inevitable power flows
Poplars knew it.
Their sacrifice - is sacred.
29.09.09
