На луне тусклый свет аварийное освещение пустое заброшенное...

On the moon

Low light
emergency lighting
empty abandoned factory building
sirens
the lights of retreating ships flash over the sea
and the walls writhe from the pressure

you seem to be alone
you're all in a spacesuit
doomed
quiet

one look in your eyes
worthy of a story or a verse

Someone's commands are heard in the radio
and already hysterical ha ha

you are scared as in childhood
when the tonsils were removed

and then on the moon
Do you remember

sat back to back
hoping for nothing
clutching beam guns
waiting for the arrival
unfeeling
and merciless
cyber infantry

I was also very scared
and this fear was our only friend
confirming
that we are still alive

(this, by the way, is where the greed for profit leads)

do you remember
then
since all codes were cracked
venus scum
everyone only used a simple connection

and rushed freely through the open channels
any swearing

and suddenly you turned
hugged me
and here
some voice in the headphones
said loudly:
Seryozha, this burning port reminds me
Train Station
in Berdyansk
in 2075

for a second everything stopped
and in temporary silence
we
peering into the dark
laughed
the same voice
aphoristically he also said so:

on the moon
Seryozha
like in war
by the way, your face is burned

and we are
sat back to back

(c) Fedor Svarovsky