Дождь над бензоколонкой

heavy burden borne by the prejudices of the impending war .
in the country where I spent my childhood, the winds blow from the Chinese wall .
sometimes possible to forget, to break the dregs , and then
observe how the person typed in the wilderness for a broken window .

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rain over an abandoned gas station - that's the beauty of the present day .
autumn creeps channels and construction projects . do not have time for it.
roars the heart , the heart is torn out. years greedily take their .
time , events, people ... a chance that I'll still want something ...

on deaf city and the capital , gathering himself to pieces ...
somewhere far abroad , things are very different , but also deception.
Architects praise each other , singing the cold steel .
they build their paradise of glass and concrete . them a long time nothing is not sorry.

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dominant painted compromises - head on the cold asphalt.
guerrilla life or on wheels - a new way to fight and not get tired.
to be alive and in love - lightly , freestyle plowman minefields
ship plying the Aral Sea, the submarine boundless steppes .

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