Something to me closely, Aurelius ...

< Vitali Zaichenko
Bat Yam



Something to me closely, Aurelius ... City
filled with fun, jumps and wine.
Neither the emperor nor the entourage do not think otherwise.
My horizon sunset over the Tiber ripped open,
crimson, like blood in the theater. And Avin,
my servant scientist, a fortuneteller,
scribe again mutters a couple of nights in a row.
Only Jupiter knows what they say
These villains in dark closets lower,
and what bowls with oil they burn,
what they're sharing with the crucified ... his
As if they someone past the gate.
How calends passed since then, as the
Titus with the best of all the legions of Rome, with the Fifth,
Temple of leveling the land to the Jewish ... Flies
times faster than otchih divination birds,
neither live, but life has passed in vain.
Crimson sunset Rome will turn their dawn,
and nothing will be forgotten, not forgiven
neither generals nor the consuls, nor the kings.
Dry water, Aurelius,
stone become sand. And time the highest court
He would have no power over,
they write and smash ...
We have this life created by the hands,
Avin but believes that their rescue
and after death, the weak rather than strong ...
Fast dark, rushing from the circus cry,
mutters something all hot old man,
the town has gone mad from winning blue,
the city is important who is first among quadrigues.