Зарубежная поэзия

Now you're going slightly nuts
With all your plastic desires
With all your trivial dreams
You want nothing but to fire
All of them full of beans
When the world becomes a little bit concrete
And all those clowns displease
You will find me out on Main-street
Dancing with the holy trees
Weary of not doing
The things you want to do
Tired of pursuing
Things you never wanted to
Of ail! your plastic desires
Of alt your trivial dreams
You want nothing but to fire
All of them full of...

I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel at once and suddenly inside,
I love so much this nice and magic day
I am breathing this so wonderful and mental way

And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake,
That just your earthly hands can only make

The trees are rustling nice about something,
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one...

Лето красно, плачэ душэ моя, w деве ми милой.
Нэбо ясно, плачэ душэ моя, w судьбе постылой.
Солнцэ злато, плачэ душэ моя, w птице въ нэбэсехъ.
Солнцэ злато, плаче душэ моя, w правдё въ словэсехъ.
Гwры белы, плаче душэ моя, w животе грешнемъ.
Горьки делы, плаче душэ моя, w бегстве поспешнемъ."

seagulls' fighting
each time boy throws
a crumble

watching spring birds
she thinks of buying
condoms

late spring morning
i'm not noticing green caterpillar
on my roses

fool moon
there must be a reason for her
to cry

summer girls
aged jogger ignors
traffic lights

his hand is shaking
as he crosses line
in old addess book

hot summer morning
from open baptist's church door
coolness and clapping