From the end you comprehend the beginning
and you crown your dying moment.
But poetry as an act is not at all
do not disturb their own and others.
And he was more than once puzzled,
as if the perspective of time has changed:
"interest desperately" suddenly lost,
you sleep quietly, like everyone else, that's all....
Coming back from somewhere,
you'll wander off somewhere,
"get lost in trees and people»,
losing what he carried forever.
Tempted by fireflies rotten,
the leaves are swollen by the sea:
silence will drown out the waterfalls,
but not everyone will hear it.
Just a step from disbelief to belief,
just say the right word, –
the whole atmosphere will change
for a suddenly resurrected soul!
And it will seem like a puppet drama!
Balagana Bazaar mood
will take the form of barracks order,
where the night watchman is on duty!