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If you come and look at these,

His bones do not lie, he is holy to us,

You see, brother, he shed blood for us.

There were many cavaliers,

They entered the rush as masters,

They fought without brass knuckles,

But with knives and teeth,

In winter, summer and spring, in the blood,

They gave out punches to everyone.

It’s all golden in autumn,

It’s like a fairy tale from childhood,

With domes, with the sky, with foliage,

Blinded without coquetry,

With sunflowers, with fringe,

We’ve known each other since we were young.

Beyond the sunset I will fly,

Beyond the fog, beyond the polar,

Sweet, so to me, in the early morning,

I want to forget myself there,

I’ll fly up with the pretended,

The best hang glider,

Meeting me there with brown-eyed,

Provided for in a brotherly way,

Because beyond the woods,

For the taiga with blueberries,

They’ll give me a fucking welcome,

And in Russian with miracles.

• West, East,
• At the top of the gulp,
• On the fingers of the chill,
• You know everything yourself,
• There is no place for rivers,
• Lam flows in the desert,
• West, East,
• And there’s a bundle in your pocket,
• Secret powder,
• Give us a tribute, Lord, give us a hand,

• And all in half.