Сквозь череду глухих окраин, Огни пустых мостов Пестреет...

Through a series of remote outskirts,
Lights of empty bridges
The dullness of the red secret is dazzling,
Slightly visible between the bandages.
And drops fall to the ground -
As if I left a mark.
I wander without a clear important purpose
Slightly falling into blue delirium ...
And left wounds on my hands
I am the scalpel of the past years.
Not obeying the laws of the rules
I didn't want to answer
For my life - I am not obliged
Not in front of the world, not yourself.
I did not see the causal connections,
But pain brings me peace.
I walk into the distance through the tightness of the arches
The wound is festering, soon the fever ...
Will turn purple with the glow of fires
My meager red gift ...
09/02/2017 lostgenius