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Garbage Wind

Garbage wind, smoke from chimneys,
Tears of nature, laughter of Satan,
And all because we
Loved to catch the wind and throw stones.
The sand castle built by me
Long ago was washed away by a wave.
My view is similar to yours,
There’s nothing but dreams and forgotten happiness.
 
Smoke in the sky, smoke on the ground,
Instead of people – cars,
Dead fish in a parched river,
The fetid heat of the desert.
My death will cut the chains of sleep
When we are together!
You are smart, and I’m an idiot,
And it’s not important which one of us gives up,
Even if I’m lucky,
And in my hand I have an ace and you have a joker.
So don’t worry, dear, lay down on the snow.
The blind painter will draw your portrait,
The poet will sing your form,
And the performer from the wandering circus will become a star.
 
Smoke in the sky, smoke on the ground,
Instead of people – cars,
Dead fish in a parched river,
The fetid heat of the desert.
My death will cut the chains of sleep
When we are together!
 
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