Плотно подсел на поэзию Дмитрия Пригова * *...

Densely hooked on Dmitry Prigov's poetry

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Water from the tap flows out
Clean, transparent and thick
And other qualities of a hundred
What does this imply? -
And it follows: we must live
And sundresses sew from calico
And so do not want to say
For the urge to sit down
But you must

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I'm a little bit dead tired
Because probably tired
I lived and did not get tired
And now here's something tired
Ile from this just tired

And after that the songs are sung
Like, in the country we do not get tired

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Running, it is clear that he stumbles
Yes and walking and flying
Yes, and lying, and sitting
And drinking, loving, eating
About the first bone stumbles
Since it is very much running
Goes very much and lies
I really eat and drink and love
This is what will kill him.

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I noticed how hard people are sleeping in the subway
Somehow stupid and vacuous, although there are also young-looking

Maybe life is like that, and maybe depth is higher than human strength.
After all, it's all on the level of graves

And even more - at the level of the world, but live and the light is on
That's just hard to sleep, though alive in appearance

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A woman in the subway kicked me
Well, shove - all right
Here she clearly bent
Stick and the whole thing went
To the rank of unnecessary personal relationships
I naturally kicked back
But then he asked for forgiveness -
I just as a person was higher

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It's a shame young, of course, die
But it is by earthly, by weak standards
When from old age come there cripple
And he is there young, edren mother
For the rest of eternity
Anyone would give a limb
To the whole, on the same eternity
Being young
An late

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For the last time, my friends, I walk
Under the shower with warm water
And tomorrow - maybe the lattice
Or a foreign country unusual
And maybe much simpler -
Turn off the warm water
And I will be dirty indecent I
And the woman did not like

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In semi-finished products I got azu
And in the bag home I carry gently

And because of the counter does not thaw
With a huge piece of illegal meat

Some old fucking come out
A huge piece - not to lift it

Well, it would still be in the store
It is clear - has the rights, deserved

And then - the outsider and ugly
And I'm a poet, I'm a pride of Russia, I

Half a day stood between strangers
And happiness lives here with such fucking

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I spent all my life in washing up
And in the addition of sublime poems
The wisdom of life is all mine from here
That's why my temper is firm and nesur

Here the water flows - I comprehend it
Outside the window below - the people and power
What I don't like - I just cancel
And what you like - it is around and there