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Ag

Angel,
golden eyes,
wings behind the back,
sit with me.
I'm sorry that
it can’t be told...
 
how we smoked
behind the garages
and trembled from the cold
snuggling with the radiators,
and together with the strange storeys
we survived till the morning
among backyards with high-rises,
which swarmed all over with the cars
like with droppings
of the flies,
as well as with black rowans
and with nests of rooks
and with chirping of sparrows.
Beautiful, dangerous
light-hearted, not eternal
my friends...
 
Angel,
golden eyes,
wings behind the back,
sit with me.
I'm sorry that
it can’t be told...
 
the most funny things,
the most painful things.
I'm sorry that
it can’t be told...
 
as among the sleeper cells,
like in the middle of tramways,
the amazing secrets
were opened and closed,
as well as abominable news,
which opened the abysses wide.
And the world is so sad
and unthinkable crystal-clear.
and guttural, and pasteboard,
both fathomless and homeless,
where there are the poetry of the bulldozer
and prose of the overdose,
where there were beautiful, dangerous
light-hearted, not eternal,
not eternal my friends...
 
Angel,
golden eyes,
wings behind the back,
sit with me.
I'm sorry that
it can’t be told...
 
I remember everything, I'd like to forget, but I remember everything.
I remember everything, I'd like to forget, but I remember everything.
I remember everything, I'd like to forget, but I remember everything.
I remember everything, I'd like to forget, but I...
 
I'm sorry that
it can’t be told...
Sit with me.
 
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Ivan U7nIvan U7n    Уторак, 10/12/2019 - 21:17

This for sure ain't a Russian translation.