Poésie

Воздаяние

Ударь по предателям, Бог!
Воздай, не жалея ни мига,
Всем тем, кто явили порок,
Всем слугам фашистского ига.

Раб

Снова в Зону выхожу.
В ней по улицам брожу.
Я давно уж ни «жу-жу».
Суть свою вам обнажу.

Seringue

Тише, тише, не кричи!
К нам опять идут врачи.
Свет в квартире отключи.
Тише, тише, помолчи!

Те врачи – убийцы, друг.
У банкиров в роли слуг.

Преступление

Мое преступление в том, что здоров,
И духу не нужно теперь докторов.
Мое преступление в том, что я жив,
А Бог лишь живым даровал перспектив.

Yet another

There were many and were few,
And each of them was somewhat new,
Yet each was but another mew,
So soon away I always flew.

Wisdom

Who is the one to do things right,
Who has the perfect future’s sight,
And who has will to gain these?
Those ones who have – stand by now, please.

Winter time

It was the time of retribution,
Of thoughts all dying in confusion,
It was one coldest winter day,
When sun had moved off the way.

Way out

It is so difficult to say
If one can follow own way,
If he can face what lies ahead,
If he will live – or live as dead.

Success

What does one strife for if not success?
Constantly pressured, each day in stress?
What do I care? Listen or not –
Poem’s successful, still being hot.

Speak with me

Speak with me when it is time –
I will tell you what is prime,
I will tell you what is right,
I shall purify your sight.