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If you liked it, please support the author with a like and a subscription (or even a repost). * * * * Remove the copper pipes! Stretch the steel strings! Or else you'll break your teeth On our gloomy latitudes Sparks of your sincere songs To us like ashes on mold You are all between a spoon and a lie And we are all between a wolf and a louse Time on another parallel With drafts breaks through the cracks Icy black holes Windows of a parallel world You did this and that for us, trali-vali We give the answer - tili-tili You forged horseshoes for us We paid a high price You took shavings from a tree We put down roots anew You threw a copper penny Past our thorn hat And our troubles never even dreamed of You didn't hiccup our thoughts You would probably choke We - nothing, licked our lips Only sadness and melancholy in clouds Over the gray forest country Cities bloom with bruises And villages - with a plague rash All around - impassability, trenches Are we hurrying to the river, brothers? A hundred-pound stone on the neck It's too early, guys, to swim! The cold water is fine But a deep pool is hidden We can't get a drink, we can't wash ourselves We can't rip out the tangled eyelashes Here's your path back And wind your way to your native dugout And there's a christening or a wake All the same - there's a drinking party If someone from out of here wanders in And is amazed by the poor creatures Our rare heartfelt strength And our evil-forbidden foolishness We'll roll out a tub of cabbage We'll bake a cheesecake without dough Is it still empty outside? And inside it's still cramped Here's some honey mash Berry-villain-poison If you want - swing to the left If you want - swing to the right So we'll have a cold laugh And what to laugh about - it doesn't matter If in the mornings it's very boring Then in the evenings it's very scary Seven of us huddle on a chair The whole world on the bunk-bed Sleep, my child, lyuli-lyuli! There's no one to break the birch