This theme
not yet́early.
See
asphalt boilers in the throat!
Still
swarms
street dirt -
hooligans endless reserve.
Have gone mother
and father
and his brother
in days,
that the Volga famine broke through.
Threw them
Volgari near Saratov,
threw them
from-near Ufa Tatarva.
Carry children
trying in soft.
We'll seat them
on a plush pouf.
And this, seated,
taking advantage of the darkness,
chests
breaks the buffer.
We are looking
their kids
both:
caress,
my,
clean,
we cut.
A side
disease and malice grow,
and blades finki
redhead from blood́.
School -
kino amerikolicee;
gave
controller
between the eyes,
learns
run away from the police,
like the police
Dougla rideśfrom.
such
Then
you can't hold Muur -
costs,
like a reef in the sea.
Today
grow
businesslike and gloomy
columns
helping figures!
Accustomed
to the chirp of an angel-mouth,
words
homeless
think about the creep:
"Give the bag, citizen-aunt,
otherwise I'll bite,
and they infect it ».
Between thoughts
coming,
flood country,
on the country's forehead,
wrinkled by adversity,
in the order of the year,
of the month,
day
put a slogan:
- B o r b b a c b e s p and g.