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Green Apelsin
Daleko, v toy strane, gde vskhodit solntse
Rannim utrom milyy bol’she ne prosnetsya
L’yetsya alaya reka, lisa smeyetsya
S vostochnym vetrom pust’ skazaniye nesetsya
Istochnik
V zabytom nyne gorode zhila devitsa
Velikim samurayam ot lyubvi ne spitsya
Litsa zhadnyye goryat. Kak ne vlyubit’sya?
No v khitrykh devich’ikh glazakh koshmar taitsya
Ne begi za neyu, glupyy
Po eye sledam idut lish’ trupy
V zuby krepche chem metall
Ty popal!
Po ulitse shagayet, bedrami kachaya
Durak vlyublennyy priglasit na kruzhku chaya
Zlaya vsled krichit zhena, svoy brak spasaya
V nem golos sovesti sozhret lyubov’ glukhaya
Pod nezhnym plat’yem khvostov devyat’ u lisitsy
Svedut s uma, dorozhkoy v grob vedut resnitsy
Zhritsey strasti nazvana, lish’ edinitsy
Ostavshis’ v razume, ne mogut s ney smirit’sya
Slyshen vdaleke sobachiy voy
Okhota za lis’yey golovoy
Sverkayet v temnote oskal
On popal!
I v nore, gde ne dostanut psy
Tikhiy shepot ranenoy lisy
Proklinayet ta svoyu lyubov’
Yarkiy moy svet, skazhi lyubish’ ili net
Ya toboy byla p’yana, no doma zhdet tebya ona
Moyu taynu vsem otkryl, gnev moy tebya pogubil
Mest’yu zhit’ mne do kontsa, polyubila ya lzhetsa