Города, где после дождя дымится асфальт

CITY WHERE AFTER THE RAIN smokes ASPHALT
I.Sukachev

Wind falls on the smoky snow
And the look will turn the water on the fire.
Where we leaked
In the capitals of the funnel
And scattered tired arms
Feather on the black nights.
But what we can understand ?
But what we can say
About the towns, the cities ,
Where after the rain steaming asphalt ?
His eyes closed and a cross at the castle,
In the segment Uzava unit of space ,
Empty abyss mouths
What smell grave
For false fence
Acropolis of our fathers.
But what we can understand ?
But what we can say
About the towns, the cities ,
Where after the rain steaming asphalt ?
I saw yesterday , dancing step,
On a hot needle.
I stabbed to death on the roads in the area of ​​Borneo
In a drunken brawl on the ship.
I'm the kind of person who received
Grace- thicket from the hands of the executioner.
I produced an electric current
One turn of the key steel
In the city,
Where after the rain steaming asphalt.

Where to look like an order
To initiate movement .
A razor is a symbol of faith.
A starting point of the universe -
Only paper and the formula of letters.
Yesterday I met an old man -
He was able to swallow fire.
He knew how to tell fortunes .
But he did not know anything ,
But he knew nothing
About the towns, the cities , about cities,
Where after the rain steaming asphalt.