Night. |
Friday Saturday. |
The boys came out of the back door,
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We got into a black car, stomped a hundred square meters from the spot.
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The road is wet but not long
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In this city, the paths are short. |
Break down gates.
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Lanterns fucked up, the yard is dark
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Between the poplar crowns there is a dark moon - one for the microdistrict.
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I look at the city from the back under the toner, with cognac,
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My companion is calm as an elephant.
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Between words, a motor slowly drove into the yard,
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The headlights hit the windows, the music rumbled
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Stop. |
Right there, a man in a coat without an umbrella,
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In such rain, I turned behind the house. |
I thought, "Who is he?"
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All normal people are at home in this weather,
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And he is there, walking alone.
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Maybe it's you? |
I did not recognize because of the darkness,
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From the back and still flooded the glass.
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Frozen inside. |
Who is he, the man in the coat?
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I turned behind the house. |
Why not under an umbrella?
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What was he doing then around that corner meanwhile
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Did a shadow melt between the walls in the darkness, or did it seem?
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Nothing was reflected in the brown stream
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The grass pressed against the ground, the moon touched the roofs.
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When I saw him, my heart sank,
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The record button was pressed, it struck a pity.
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And I opened the umbrella, put the cell in my pocket,
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The sky is crying loudly, the city is flooding, drowning.
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I overtook him by a step, I saw a sad profile,
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The face doesn't accumulate wrinkles, it just doesn't care.
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He asked what happened to him. |
He didn't even answer me.
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He grinned and spat in the direction where a strong wind was blowing.
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The meteorological center is powerless here, it did not notice the rain,
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Which blurs the place where children play.
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Maybe he was just delirious and confused the time?
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Maybe his lighter lacked flint?
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The ancients teach us how to take the moment right,
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He tightened his amulet and continued to move.
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On the street in the morning like a bucket, he
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With a calm step, as if nothing had happened.
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And while the downpour nightmares the area,
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And you hide from the thunder under the covers,
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He wearily wanders around the block.
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They said on the radio - the rain fills the cellars,
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The wind is howling, a tree has fallen on the wires.
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I look out the window like a huge cloud
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Pensive. |
I remember thousands of times.
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Drops are knocking on the hood, Saturday night
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It's pouring overboard, the airport is not working.
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Football by sport, don't drive around the city in bad weather
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Days drag on for a year, hike.
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Words by notes - here it is, my freedom,
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The same cake, sort of the year.
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I don't feel like explaining anything to idiots.
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We and to that from such a turn
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No one is immune to affairs, not even the president.
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I just lowered the glass and pulled my palm out the window
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At one point, the sleeve was flooded with cold water.
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Who is he? |
Man is not old, not young
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Not fat and not thin, no one for us, nothing unusual.
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Without visible show-offs - there are hundreds of them,
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He turned up the collar of his coat. |
Dissolved in the alley. |