Оч крутое стихотворение Александра Васильева с нового альбома...

Och a cool poem by Alexander Vasiliev from Splin's new album.

CHESS

On the board is the king. No queen, no pawns
From the campaign the horseman returned on foot
He looked into his house, was stunned, taken aback
He waited, opened the window -
Arable land is broken into squares
Both towers are destroyed along the edges
The silence is around. No friends, no young ladies
Here is a movie for you

And the king froze like a pillar in the temple
Like a jug with a bouquet in a window frame
Neither ask dad nor cry for mom
Damp, cold and no zgi
The trees froze outside the crown
The starling does not fly, the cow does not moo
Real Estate King. Heavy crown
Presses heaviness on the brain

And the king stands neither alive nor dead
This castle was smeared with honey before.
He was always full of people all the days.
He shone, thundered and howled
Here did not ask Ausweis
Wine poured here and waltzes sounded
Here ladies lost their heads, falling in love
Headless Riders

And the king is going quietly with spirit
A pulse beats somewhere in the temple above the ear
He stands over a frozen river with a fright
And afraid to step on the ice
He does not see the coast at all in the fog
He froze like the last straw in the tap
And the king, as if to his beloved kral
Quietly takes a step forward

And immediately in response to the movement, deafly
From the depths of the board began to move,
From which darkness, from which it is terrible
From which the gaze freezes
The king completely flew off the terminal
He stands like a heron with his knee up
And like a ship that gave a mortal roll
Quietly takes a step back

And the king burns like a candle made of wax
And an army spun around him
And it's dark in my eyes, slippery under my feet
And billions of arrows fly
So in a dense forest branches are beaten in the face
Visible pawns, horses, rooks through the eyelids
War elephants, counterintelligence officer
Step to the right, step to the left - attempt to escape - execution

The king instantly messed up cards
His palace turned into a punishment cell
Do not demolish the head, do not fix the karma
In February, do not see March
The king is getting a lid
They sew a case for him, a tower shines on him
He will soon get under the very drawbar
And soon he will hear the mat

After the mat - darkness, silence, oblivion
Note in the newspaper. Sentence Enforced
Here is a death certificate, resolution
Ships and now a bullet in the forehead.
Sign here. Understand the loss
Lift it up, panting, sweating
Take this royal body
And put it right in the coffin

Your king in the grave will be quiet and black
His head will turn into a skull
There will be no eyes in it, and the jaw will drop
From everywhere worms immediately climb
From everywhere, devils climb right away
Everything, it's time to take the children away
If the finish is dated yesterday
If the castle is empty and the tower is dead
If there is no life - dying is not scary
There will be many more deaths

And the king in February did not wait for March
He did not want a check or a checkmate
He looked at them and said: “Guys!
While you die of longing -
Your portraits have long turned into cartoons
It’s like starting a trick with someone else’s queen
This is not chess - this is checkers ”
He jumped them, and left the board

And the audience applauded him longer and longer
And whistled loudly and beat her hands
Screaming to him - how good you are
And brought him mountains of flowers
He walked, sending everyone to hell
Getting rid of the crown and mantle on the go
And rumored to be hiding somewhere in Malta now
Holding a finger on the watch button