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Winter

Where you are, there is music,
Southern harmony.
 
Chorus:
 
And we've rusted in apartments -
That's season.
We all set the drunk table,
Your thermometer is singing as well,
That there is below zero outside,
Yesterday there was an autumn,
Tonight there is already winter.
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You are snipping sun from paper
Slowly on the balcony.
 
Chorus.
 

The Comma

Hold me.
Tie me.
The rope is swinging me by its arms.
 
You, a comma in suit,
Catch me in the posthumous!
Get me ready for the journey!1
 
[As a] ground recruit, they gave me the attestation,
[As a] ground recruit, the cruel furrow is my bed.
[As a ] cave explorer, I build a dugout into my thought,
A very deep one, a very deep one.
 
Hold me, tie me!
[You] rope, by your arms, swing me!
Call me! Call me,
[You] long-haired2 comma with no fear.
Heart, forgive me!
[I have] my mouth shut3, I'm on the border.
Hold me, tie me!
 
The light pours wax into my eyes,
Crazy butterflies shake their wings in my chest,
A moth from inside my heart, like in a train station,
Slowly eats me alive, slowly eats me alive.
 
Hold me, tie me!
[You] rope, by your arms, swing me!
Call me! Call me,
[You] long-haired comma with no fear.
Heart, forgive me!
[I have] my mouth shut, I'm on the border.
Hold me, tie me!
 

• 1. literally 'Dress me up for the road [trip]!'
• 2. 'lațe' means long unaestethic head hair
• 3. literally '[I have] my mouth barbed'

The Sentence

Body of clay
Burned in stone
Consumed (by fire) in dance
With a knot in the voice
All that remains
 
Body of clay
Burned in stone
Consumed (by fire) in dance
With a knot in the voice
All that remains
 
Teeth dust in the mouth
Unspoken words
Walk like scythes
Today, harder than bones
 
Rushed images
Stop-motion-printed
Comma - intermission
In a clay role I`ll keep silent
 
The eyes dig into the sky
A wish in the thought
I stand like an unmoved target
A convict I shall be
And you my sentence
Dreams were gravitating
 
I stand like a target
They were gravitating
I stand like a target
 
Green fields in your eyes
If I`d be the rain I`d lose myself
Bermuda`s husband
Lighthouse in the delta of the lips
 
New abandoned nests
New lost trains
All that remains
Bed in clay and knot in the voice
 
The eyes dig into the sky
A wish in the thought
A convict I shall be
And you my sentence
Dreams were gravitating
 
The eyes dig into the sky
A wish in the thought
I stand like an unmoved target
A convict I shall be
And you my sentence
Dreams were gravitating
I stand like a target
They were gravitating
I stand like a target
 

Mute

Mute people,
A lot of fighting,
A lot of people,
Mute fighting.
 
Deaf fate,
Servant praying,
A lot of people,
Mute fighting.
 
Mute, with his/ her eyes he/ she welcomes me
- cruel
Move the fool, fight for the king!
 
Servant, in long halls praying,
In sheep”s stable, a life seems a short streak.
 
Mute people,
A lot of fighting,
A lot of people,
Mute fighting.
 

Epizodia*

My sign is hoary
In a wave I titled
My profound sorrow
I stenographed
 
Crucified in waves
Towards ports in the ether I emit
 
My sign is a stigma
By stars usurped
Beneath the ribs, the heart
Barks syncopated
 
I rusted the wreck
On the wave epizodes
Crucified in waves
Towards all the ports I emit
 
Hearts broken in slaughterhouses
The heavy waves pass like axes
White birds in circles like sonars
In thoughts with black beaks, treason
Towards the radars a question
How many tears make a sea
Pour salt into my capillaries
My sign is sentencing
 
I don`t want stone statues
Only stones I sowed
I feel the sign is inferno
Wrongfully I raised it
 
Hoarse signals
On the wave* epizodes
Crucified in waves
Towards all the ports I emit
 
Hearts broken in slaughterhouses
The heavy waves pass like axes
White birds in circles like sonars
In thoughts with black beaks, treason
Towards the radars a question
How many tears make a sea
Pour salt into my capillaries
My sign is sentencing
 
Hearts broken in slaughterhouses
The heavy waves pass like axes
White birds in circles like sonars
In thoughts with black beaks, treason
Towards the radars a question
How many tears make a sea
Pour salt into my capillaries
My sign is sentencing
 

The Road of Sorrows Part II

Fate through a bullet
If there`d be seven lives
The nights too long
You won`t forgive me (for them)
 
Leave me wiped
When you`ll know me
Undying only a verse
Absent among the living
 
I`m a jewelcrafter
I`m selling thousands of sorrows
I throw them towards the sky
Lead in arrows
 
Life in droplets
When it will dry out
A bird in free fall
I will throw
 
The nights were fretting
When the stars were falling
In my chest I was gathering
The sorrows were burning
 
Abandoned beaches
To rent (I want)
In late autumns
To drink from the rain (I want)
 
I have nothing left
Beneath the ribs nothing
The empty twinge in the chest
Hoarfrost in an envelope
 
The nights were fretting
When the stars were falling
In my chest I was gathering
The sorrows were burning