Nights, a raincoat, the moon is paid, casually streams through the bathrobe,
From the garden, darkness charges a fee with mournful silence -
Impatiently, in the confusion between the trees, shadows roam,
And the plant is crowned with a niner butter ...
What do we dream about? What does we think? Dreams of a vague string
They swim along the pages of the Book of Genesis,
To last in the future, throwing his faces
To the dazzling firebirds ... how funny! -
Dreams counting simply by dreams, in a world created not by us,
Proudly call liar those who are not blind,
Whoever takess an alien experience, catches a distant clatter,
Who was washing soot from his eyes, seeing the lights different! ..
The dog is yawning under Topol, the rat rummages in the basement,
The old pigeon on the douval is indelible with embroidery -
Rat, poplar, dog and bird, do you want to stop?
Do you want to turn, become me for a while?!
Get a free spirit, a sensitive ear, a skinny belly?
On the sofa is warm and dry, boring on the sofa,
In Kiseya from moon dust ... We were killed and forgotten,
We were once a whole country,
Pigeons, poplars, ponds, fields,
In the blue sky, crawls, an irregular in his hand,
Unknown hoof ... is fenced off, forgotten,
Constitutions are clogged with boards, hidden behind the wall.
Life in the night passes by, curls with a blue stream of smoke,
The horizon tirelessly paints red henna ...
Past the traveler unbearable through the deserts Snow is hot,
And in the distance a mirage looms a marvelous veil:
The golden crown of good luck is the title of Shah, not otherwise!
The ghost of the invasion jumps: Hey blind, here!
Get back from the copper, get a dinar in addition,
Get ... and someone cries quietly behind him.
The night laughs behind the threshold: if you were a shah, be you God -
The loser will be the tail of the pork,
The curl of the vile flesh! You rot, rot everything,
You wrap, lie, drink ... Life. Mockery. Night.