каждый день новые движения  как белка в колесе...

every day new movements
like a squirrel in a wheel to exhaustion.
new faces and new facts
black pen and notebook sheets.
thoughts, whiskey, risks, thick smoke under the ceiling
you and I are stuck.
believed in the truth as in a false tale
painted together
life coloring.

animal people
tired birds
fly so low
the whole world as if to smithereens
arms and legs, nervous tics
enough, I ran out of steam in a circle around the record.

our tricks are loud sounds
fake actors pull their hands
your fashion magazines look
my life is now the last line ...