Christmas, night play, scenery from the forest,
Cranberry syrup from the blood, yes glued eyebrows.
Loneliness from clay, props from the body.
Souls foaming from soap, cheeks pimples from chalk,
From papier mache - cliché.
Wow - clouds of bondage, here is the family, but the cave.
Unrecognized roles, Vera curled on the navels.
The gauze of snow, the stars are spotlights, the neophytes have fled,
The director is screaming and angry, I also want to get drunk.
Look at these faces - in some ways all creators are alike.
Sponsor is sleeping with Barbie dead, cellophane, aces, sixes,
Screams, dust, prompter, foil, her chicken leg.
Behind the scenes waiting for troops with wooden swords,
The leader with nailed rays scratches his head
Not a victory, but a longing, not a power, but ...
The call is given, the scenes floated, in the hall a sad country.
She looks gloomily at Hope, Faith and Love.
Mat stands over Palestine, the roar of animals, a mountain of cardboard.
Childbirth, secret causes, fly flags of concrete.
All the gifts of the Magi were stolen, the manger of the gunsmith
Dragged hungry watchman, how to play us a play God ?!
Dazzling devices need more, gentlemen,
To make the Star of Bethlehem shine thicker !!!
Electricity ate, but devoured wires ..
I'm sad, watching the performance, the third plan in depth.
The alcoholized baby sleeps in the cradle of Peter,
A snowstorm smiles and winks at me.
Putin is driving around the country
On a silver horse.
Putin will help all people
Give him health, God!
Kill all the bandits,
Workers, he pours ...
Putin is driving around the country
And we still ...