Monologue of a crane at dawn Bashny.Net

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Gray sunrise over sonnoyu capital ...
Clubs tenuous cloud of mist ...
I bent a strange rusty bird,
... I like the heron - Cranes

like a giant, lost in the fog,
one nogoy.Stoyu - all alone.
Above the construction site as over a field of battle,
circling crows - black lord.

When the wake up a little city -
climb out of the rat holes and cracks ...
... There was a time - I, like God,
dreamed of building a perfect world!

I dreamed about the wonderful ... Radiant City
I was naive! After all, as a nightmare
we are building a world that has become like a toad,
with a swollen belly from overeating

that eats "loot", glass, concrete and gravel,
hopes ... time ... kilometers of pipes ...
... Where the building and soul - all full of holes,
where every third - goon and semi-corpses ...

But here in the wet dawn ...
capital spring air is fresh enough ... I-drunk
my crane. And I would be in heaven - a bird!
But - no luck. After all, I - Cranes.