Сity twilight
everything fell asleep wet, baby,
and the passengers stand homeless at the stops,
wrapping themselves in the wind, waiting for the bus,
today is a gray sky
tomorrow gray sky.
instantly fly in, and climbing deeper from the wind,
I am carried away from the noisy streets
there are only quiet sounds
I am seduced by bodyless nymphs,
but even, here they get inside,
carelessly telling about everyday life,
so they sneak through the years
cluttered heads, yesterday's news,
rest is to look at everything from afar,
if you can do it yourself, go at night
we must find the highest hill and make a fire there,
look at the sky
To wait when let go, sadness,
and the sound of the drum will begin to be heard inside,
then you can dance, it's not a sin, to take off
your skin and dance around your bones,
next, inhale the coffee liqueur together,
with Humphrey Bogarth, go for a walk,
in filthy wellingtons,
to cross the mud, to catch the frogs,
Look at the fish, swim with a turtle,
squeeze the pulp of coconut on a white shirt,
Well, to build a wigwam of Indian tribes,
We must look out of the beam,
Somewhere to Mars, creeping earthly controlled,
Cyber, hero, will soon reveal to us the secrets of the depths,
but for now, look out the window
or paint cats on the walls.
