Branch (BG) Nothing of what was said, there was no Essential: we are on the other side; Scorched house in a landscape of Shinkarev, It's unimportant where to, it's important – all equal by; There was no sorrow, and this is not it, Getting lost on both sides of a spindle, I pronounce names almost at random – The reality as before is unattainable. I was opening all the doors with self-made key, I was taking without asking – what and what is the
price; People can't to agree with each other practically in nothing; In the end, it's their deed; I needed was all, and otherwise – no; Exemplary beggar at Galeries Lafayette; I was looking at this branch forty-five years, In the end, she took up and flew up; As if, we were conceived in time of war, We were baptized by names of guilt And when words were canceled, We have become invulnerable; As if, something has moved in the Milky Way, A burden is lifted from shoulders, has
eased in the chest – As if, we finally have left behind This endless winter...
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