На меня смотрит завтра

1

I came out of childhood suddenly - both emerged as turned.
Fumbled in his bosom ice, I roll the dice and hope ended.
From published ahead of me, so far none have returned,
And no one to explain to me why I got out of childhood.

But the morning brings me the mail, which means that from now on I will be
Not right, not left, but just a little bit east of the west.
The faults of Culture, where the cult is a little voodoo,
I'll be among the stars of the hole, sprayed with an atomizer.

I could cling to the roots,
but the roots of my top -

He looks at me tomorrow -
And requires the author.

2

I went out of fashion conscious - without violating the ban.
Others looked after me, but no one dared to repeat.
I came out the other, as a Catholic from the walls of the minaret,
And someone shouted to me followed suit, though in vogue can not enter twice.

I could have come down from the stage to scroll the prompter's box,
The impure sky scenes, which is embodied in a crystal cufflink,
Where ripe cane, reached the top, turns into a powder,
Passing clearly the main stage - the stage of sugar.

This game in the & quot; Mutabor & quot;
I have just now seen in a coffin -

He looks at me tomorrow -
And he is looking for a collaborator.

3

I would be an excellent student life, when would not horoshistom,
Whenever the characters came out of the foam dry and unrecognized.
And where reality becomes beige, warm, fluffy,
I was called to the blackboard impartial blood muse ...

Another night leaked in anticipation of a mature miracle
In an attempt to recreate themselves known dead from the atom.
But the morning brings me the mail, and then I'm there, too -
I just frown into a smile Sad improvisers.

I came out of childhood, and therefore,
He remained in his childhood in debt -

He looks at me tomorrow
In a double window,
He looks at me tomorrow
Through the eyes of others.
He looks at me tomorrow -
And I still do not,
He looks at me tomorrow -
I do not deny it.

It's more excitement,
It - like bread and wine.
He looks at me tomorrow,
This is - the songs in delirium.
He looks at me tomorrow -
We have with him at the same time.
And over the burnt castle
It goes back for all to see

Black and white rainbow.

2002