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Not a Fairy Tale

Everything somehow by, rains or evil frosts
The courtyards of childhood, laughter or bitter tears
Fifth school, porch, crooked drifts
Together with Andryukha we pull one cigarette
Killed crosses on my feet
"With whom and where?" - questions flew at home
I'm drunk with a bottle of "Baltika"
Broken nose, blood on the jacket, blood on the snow
Rap on cassettes, "Onyx" and "Wu"
Then I didn't think that Kochuba would be locked up in jail
Melt water and dark spots
Young to leave early, but everything is likely
My spring sang to me about May
Rewind, flip
Three stripes on an old windbreaker
Vodka on the bench, mahach at the bus stop
Where there was a wasteland there are shops
I remember blowing up carbide with small ones, burning rubber
Where the garages swayed alone aspen
Giants - at home, palaces grow - giants
Near the rowan tree where I waited for her hour
A thousand leagues sailed in the depths of her eyes
Rusty Kamaz, broken cab
The paint flew off, a spider web hangs in the corner

All this is not a fairy tale, but a reality
The roadside dust can never be washed away
Our universe is a flying island in the sky
Where you and I lie and just gaze at the stars.

The ruins of a construction site gape five stories high
Here evenings took the most persistent
Pack of "Ducat", half a liter of bitter
The guitar is ringing, the cats are screaming in the garbage
Eeeh, but we didn’t care ...
That asshole snatched a bull in the snout
Glass breaks, the carrier hit the gases
From around the corners: Dan, look, it's still rolling!
This is a dangerous sharp pitchfork
Handfuls of earth, flowers for granny's grave
"Do not go into the fire", "be kind" - she said
The yellow leaves were thrown up, spun.
We must get out of the smoky huts
Pulls with a magnet a foggy distance, a red sunset
Where does not shine
Where the lanterns don't burn
"Let's see you tomorrow!"
"Come on, see you soon, brother!"
Imitation of love here, close bond
Cold kiss - the bite of a poisonous jellyfish
Then by accident Julia got into a well party
The dress fell, beads scattered on the floor
Other tastes, different poles with her
You dressed, looked down
The belt is tighter, then somehow it goes
Black puddles, crow (?) Sails

All this is not a fairy tale, but a reality
The roadside dust can never be washed away
Our universe is a flying island in the sky
Where you and I lie and just gaze at the stars.