< Anna Tantsyura
If you are going to get away desperately,
I'll go the distance in silence,
To be called a hell of free
No bottle - drunks wandering
.
What to share? Is that devilry,
What splashing fiery heat,
But in you I do not see a man,
What in me will fight fire.
As in the concepts of the avant-garde
I draw a circle thirteenth
Sphere moan your cretinism
(And do not get mad, I'm just a friend).
That centric meeting with you -
Despair-zadushlivy air.
Through steel for ages wandering
We get in return only the rod.
I obediently go out to the car
In the nearest subway stop
And the sound of a tired groan
In my heart I will cover the leaf ....