1
Tender mire
Squishes squishes
And we will put white deserts to a place
Where no dew will ever fall
Beyond the spare
There will be the delight
For those who do believe in waterfalls
2
Man uses thinker
When he talks clapper
And on the paper then – by quill
And nothing to reason above.
3
No matter if it’s boiled
It’s only hey for me
Hey for those who haven’t changed
Their trust
As before and as for now
It’s only a few
On Tuesday – fortytime
In the midst of Wednesday
Up until Thursday
By four on Saturday
Until the hoarseness
On Sunday weedramus
To begin Monsunday
4
Father, you’ve hovered
When me in jail, I turn striped
Through the window of surd
Father, you’ve know the ideals
Me, not befallen, I take the needle
Moisten it
And tattoo embroidery on my chest
5
‘till death – on the TV
I turn myself
Non-stop
Begger begs
For the lucid glory
Kyiv looks at it
6
Learn to look
At Taras higher
Take fatty to the house
To the heavens stubbles
Roof gigantic poetic
7
Lukash loved cards
But not defeat
He mumbled flatly:
Fatal card of diamonds
8
Where’ve you been?
The ravage burns in your eyes
It lights not me
In place where sight burns in the sleep
Where it flows
As coffee flows
Into the vision
Forbidden for us
9
You bought the ink
You ink the pen
No foam no water
Can wipe
This unsweet blot
You can’t just rub it with the sand
You pick the sorrow
And bring this merry throttle song
As wages of your hard job
Tender mire
Squishes squishes
And we will put white deserts to a place
Where no dew will ever fall
Beyond the spare
There will be the delight
For those who do believe in waterfalls
2
Man uses thinker
When he talks clapper
And on the paper then – by quill
And nothing to reason above.
3
No matter if it’s boiled
It’s only hey for me
Hey for those who haven’t changed
Their trust
As before and as for now
It’s only a few
On Tuesday – fortytime
In the midst of Wednesday
Up until Thursday
By four on Saturday
Until the hoarseness
On Sunday weedramus
To begin Monsunday
4
Father, you’ve hovered
When me in jail, I turn striped
Through the window of surd
Father, you’ve know the ideals
Me, not befallen, I take the needle
Moisten it
And tattoo embroidery on my chest
5
‘till death – on the TV
I turn myself
Non-stop
Begger begs
For the lucid glory
Kyiv looks at it
6
Learn to look
At Taras higher
Take fatty to the house
To the heavens stubbles
Roof gigantic poetic
7
Lukash loved cards
But not defeat
He mumbled flatly:
Fatal card of diamonds
8
Where’ve you been?
The ravage burns in your eyes
It lights not me
In place where sight burns in the sleep
Where it flows
As coffee flows
Into the vision
Forbidden for us
9
You bought the ink
You ink the pen
No foam no water
Can wipe
This unsweet blot
You can’t just rub it with the sand
You pick the sorrow
And bring this merry throttle song
As wages of your hard job
