Lyrics Калинов Мост - 12. Толокно
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12. Толокно
Из порожнего не пьют, не едят -
Плесневеет тиной дно.
Ищет выводок гадких утят
Золотое толокно.
А вокруг тлетворно воет медь -
Мох болотный да лишай.
Уцелеть, где прописалась смерть,
Поскорей решай.
И наградой небо щедро воздаст
Лечь на сильное крыло.
Где-то прошлое в пыльных костях
Ядовитый лижет хлор.
Солнце юное детей зовёт,
Перья правдой заблестят.
И дарует тайны древний свод
Чистотой листа.
Тем, кто пестует сердечный костёр
В холод горестных путей,
Всем покров непременно простёрт
Стаей белых лебедей.
Пусть опять в солёный плен слезы
Дней разодрано сукно -
Ищут чада, не жалея сил,
Золотое толокно.
29.10.09
Москва
12. Tolcno
They don’t drink from the empty, they don’t eat -
The bottom is moldy.
Looking for a brood of ugly ducklings
Golden toe.
And around the copper is warming around -
Moh swamp and lichen.
To survive where death was registered,
Decide quickly.
And the sky will generously reward the reward
Lie on a strong wing.
Somewhere the past in dusty bones
Poisonous chlorine licks.
Young children calls the sun,
Feathers will sparkle in truth.
And the ancient vault gives secrets
The cleanliness of the sheet.
Those who are full of heart bonfire
In the cold of the woeful ways,
All the cover is certainly simple
A flock of white swans.
Let the tears in salty again
Days are torn cloth -
Looking for a child, not sparing strength,
Golden toe.
10/29/09
Moscow
They don’t drink from the empty, they don’t eat -
The bottom is moldy.
Looking for a brood of ugly ducklings
Golden toe.
And around the copper is warming around -
Moh swamp and lichen.
To survive where death was registered,
Decide quickly.
And the sky will generously reward the reward
Lie on a strong wing.
Somewhere the past in dusty bones
Poisonous chlorine licks.
Young children calls the sun,
Feathers will sparkle in truth.
And the ancient vault gives secrets
The cleanliness of the sheet.
Those who are full of heart bonfire
In the cold of the woeful ways,
All the cover is certainly simple
A flock of white swans.
Let the tears in salty again
Days are torn cloth -
Looking for a child, not sparing strength,
Golden toe.
10/29/09
Moscow