Sometimes you wonder,

How deep you’ll go into dirt…and shit,

and crap, and dread, and madness field –

and “all-of-these-together” guild …

This funny cocktail fills your brains,

Your Self, your inner-out space,

Your heart, your night, your every thing,

It fills entire of your being..

And look – oh, there you go again –

Deleted, wordless, dead and plain…

You look around – пустота,

Ни зги не видно, ни креста,

And all you gonna do – is drink,

And blab, and dress, и даже - think,

And wear rings, and care things,

And take inside whatever brings..

Товарищ, верь, взойдет она,
Звезда пленительного счастья!..
Да хрен-то с ней: Среди ненастьев -
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