Танец

Red rowan spit on snow .
Coal branches in the clouds,
Tincture of thine eyes knocked spirit.
Hide the body in the bag last match .
Hello , weapons of thy hand ,
Gentle powder lips, howling chorus of bullets -
Friendly heart desires with the neighboring planet .
In a whistle take the sky . foot
will move the car derailed.
I shall rush to collect the fallen star
To the foot of your days - in the mud .
Necklace flying birds
Hug your neck - feathers live ligature .

Dance this dance in the glow of burning sky saints
Dance this dance - a phenomenon alive.
Dance this dance tunes unknotted simple
Dance this dance - a phenomenon alive.

Our lay a bed here is hardly enough matter
Of your hair will take billions of years -
Woven rolls waves.
Cracked Bell shook his fist in the clash of words .
The air is full of you - to get your match :
Come , lie all who desire full !
Red rowan spit on snow .
I dissolved the old light.
Dance, I pray thee , a handful of music
On your forehead my sunset lit.
Until it has cooled down this city ,
Hundreds of rabid volts - fuete for those who do not sleep .

Dance ...