SUMMER
A floating corpse on a carriage,
Behind him are the dancing youths,
Through a slit of licked lips
You can hear the brains of the bells.
Sobbing Country
Drowning in green snot,
Hope has touched bottom,
The bottom is in hot coals.
Soot of farewell speeches
Over a mown field of carnations,
Full-tearful human stream,
Drowning in the same cry.
In the gold of mourning ribbons
The sunbeam plays,
The letters of new legends
Countries of endless clouds.
And someone lightly breathed the air of the wind changes,
And someone threw away a chair,
Hanging at a height of half a meter.
Someone shouted "Hurrah!"
And the echo bird flew through the streets,
Fluttering over the city until morning,
The dawn made the white feathers sparkle.
And then everyone will start sharing everything, but not sharing.
The abomination will present new faces.
Others will come to eat,
Long-awaited, angry,
Torn to pieces
What's left,
Make pity true,
There will be bloodshed.
Many. Again. Again.
All we want is warmth,
And we only want light,
Spring. To our bodies
Through dreams grew into summer.
