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Здесь опять снега нет. В этом городе лёд.
В этом городе тесно, и трудно дышать.
Ты молчишь, как всегда. Эх, ты, горе моё!
Не спасает ни водка, ни анаша.
Я пою луне, пью и сплю с луной,
Я боюсь признаться, боюсь сказать,
Что почти свихнулся, что вижу дно –
И ни всплыть, ни вдохнуть, ни свернуть назад!
Что корона твоя мне – пустой металл.
Я железо люблю только в виде пуль.
Что под вечер приходит совсем не та,
И абсурдна ночь, как деленье на нуль.
Что не вечен бег – сколько ж миль ещё?
Бесконечность движенья рождает испуг.
Мне бы встать и уткнуться в твоё плечо
И стоять до скончания века, мой друг…
Я картину маслом топлю в вине –
На раздолбанной кухне, никто, ничей.
Если в этой стране – ни на чьей стороне,
Здесь любая игра завершится ничьей.
А если сделал ход, значит, сразу мат –
Трёхэтажный, великий как «аз есмь».
Верный ферзь не ждёт – ты заказан, брат,
И пробит, и просчитан до капли весь!..
Подойди ко мне, дай свою ладонь –
Я тебе погадаю, я буду врать
Про дорогу вдаль, про казённый дом,
Чтобы дольше рядом с собой удержать!
Чтобы хоть на миг было как у всех –
Полной чашей квартира, любовь, семья,
Чтобы детский плач, чтобы детский смех,
Чтоб со мною – ты, а с тобою – я.
Замереть и узнать, что иного нет,
Что в холодной руке пальцы тают твои.
В этот миг, поверь, и Ему, вполне,
Из шести миллиардов хватает двоих!
Отпустить тебя через пять минут
Да по венам столичным утечь в метро.
И опять домой, где меня не ждут,
Где на кухне – мой проклятый вечный трон…
В этом городе тесно, и трудно дышать,
Но зато очень просто сойти с ума.
Это просто скулит, замерзая, душа.
Это просто болит. Это просто зима.
( январь 2008 )
There is no snow again. There is ice in this city.
This city is crowded and difficult to breathe.
You are silent, as always. Oh, you, my sorrow!
Neither vodka nor anasha saves.
I sing to the moon, drink and sleep with the moon
I'm afraid to confess, afraid to say
That almost went crazy, that I see the bottom -
And neither come up, nor inhale, nor turn back!
That your crown to me is empty metal.
I love iron only in the form of bullets.
That in the evening comes not at all
And the night is absurd, like division by zero.
What does not run forever - how many more miles?
Infinity of movement gives rise to fright.
I would get up and bury your shoulder
And stand to the end of the century, my friend ...
I drown an oil painting in wine -
In the broken-down kitchen, nobody, nobody.
If in this country - no one’s side,
Here, any game ends in a draw.
And if you made a move, then immediately mate -
Three-story, great as "az am".
The faithful queen is not waiting - you are ordered, brother,
And broken, and calculated to the drop all! ..
Come to me, give your palm -
I tell you fortune, I will lie
About the road into the distance, about the breech house,
To keep longer next to you!
To at least for a moment be like everyone else -
Full bowl apartment, love, family,
To cry for children, to make children laugh
So that with you - you, and with you - I.
Measure and find out that there is no other
That your fingers are melting in a cold hand.
At that moment, believe me, and to Him, quite,
Of the six billion, two are enough!
Let you go in five minutes
Yes, through the veins of the capital to drain into the subway.
And home again, where they’re not waiting for me,
Where in the kitchen is my damned eternal throne ...
This city is crowded and hard to breathe
But it’s very easy to go crazy.
It just whines, freezing, the soul.
It just hurts. It is just winter.
(January 2008)
This city is crowded and difficult to breathe.
You are silent, as always. Oh, you, my sorrow!
Neither vodka nor anasha saves.
I sing to the moon, drink and sleep with the moon
I'm afraid to confess, afraid to say
That almost went crazy, that I see the bottom -
And neither come up, nor inhale, nor turn back!
That your crown to me is empty metal.
I love iron only in the form of bullets.
That in the evening comes not at all
And the night is absurd, like division by zero.
What does not run forever - how many more miles?
Infinity of movement gives rise to fright.
I would get up and bury your shoulder
And stand to the end of the century, my friend ...
I drown an oil painting in wine -
In the broken-down kitchen, nobody, nobody.
If in this country - no one’s side,
Here, any game ends in a draw.
And if you made a move, then immediately mate -
Three-story, great as "az am".
The faithful queen is not waiting - you are ordered, brother,
And broken, and calculated to the drop all! ..
Come to me, give your palm -
I tell you fortune, I will lie
About the road into the distance, about the breech house,
To keep longer next to you!
To at least for a moment be like everyone else -
Full bowl apartment, love, family,
To cry for children, to make children laugh
So that with you - you, and with you - I.
Measure and find out that there is no other
That your fingers are melting in a cold hand.
At that moment, believe me, and to Him, quite,
Of the six billion, two are enough!
Let you go in five minutes
Yes, through the veins of the capital to drain into the subway.
And home again, where they’re not waiting for me,
Where in the kitchen is my damned eternal throne ...
This city is crowded and hard to breathe
But it’s very easy to go crazy.
It just whines, freezing, the soul.
It just hurts. It is just winter.
(January 2008)