Я на тебя смотрел - страница 2

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мы инструментом этим завалим весь завод.

и будет дышать производство и горд рабочий народ

мы в цехе станочного шума склонившись над деталью

не замечаем время не можем писать мы каналья


для нас литература это техкарта чертеж

рабочие ж мы парни ну как ты Сашок не поймешь

а я правда не понимаю как можно не любить

Есенина и Гете Руссо Экзюпери


а я не понимаю работа иль запой

литературу любишь живи одной мечтой.

ты смену отработал бери перо пиши

живем не ради денег живем ради души


не поняли ребята мы мирно разошлись

мне в мир литературу им в заводскую жизнь

Песня

And there are three of us

And there are three of us

And there are three of us.

We are romantics, we are young people.

And the dream and the sea call us

The future calls.


There's a lot we don't know

But we'll grow up and understand

We want everything at once

Life is a sweet dream.


Tired of uncertainty

Tired of common words

I want simple logic

I want to say: "My beloved"!


If the poet is in pain,

He screams in pain, my sire.

If it's good

He will fill the whole world with happiness.

Солнце

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You can't call the sun a luminary

It's too common.

The sun is so cute

And make anyone nice.

If you open your soul to him.


And if boredom has gnawed at you

And boredom is unnecessary peace.

Look at the heavenly body

And open your soul to him.


Save the life-giving light

Keep warm in the shower.

And in the form of kindness

Give it to people.


Don't call the sun shining

It's too common.

After all, the sun is a favorite.

After all, the sun is a favorite.


You can't call the sun a luminary

It's too common.

The sun is so cute

The Epicurean Manifesto

You haven't forgotten

That we are free

And you are free and I am.

We do not recognize restrictions

And we enjoy everything and always.

We despise stupid nobodies

Let 's make the mundane spiritual

And from the sky we will cast down the deities

We believe in life with you.

We will study life

The difficult fate of a person

To know his soul

Write in free verse

Growing into a poet.

Why do we need to print poems

After all, we should not be understood

No one will break us off

We are true to our principle.

The principle of complete freedom

Mental and physical

But not promiscuity

And intellectual freedom

This will be our life

And not a mythical image.

О

Боге

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Glauben würde ihm durch den Glauben, der heilt, der freundlich und sympathisch ist.