не понимаю… что же меня так мучает… где...

I do not understand…
what torments me so much ...
where is he, bitch paradise? ...

I sometimes remember
what the sun looks like
the clouds buried in the tomb -
it's a gift
distraught bird flocks
covering the sky with "no" and "yes" ...
fighting for the decay of devastated nests
In hope,
that drill wormwood ...
that at least one star can
will rise again
from the mass grave of stars ...
and spit
beam
blue
ice ...