Tvii portret

Vulyci mokri, she ya ne spav
Tvoyi sny u binokl pidhlyadav
Vpalo vnyz nebo, a ya pidnyav
Rozstelyv po korydori i namaljuvav

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Siryi pavuk chytaye nazvy staryh hazet
Ya maljuvav rukamy na nebi tvii portret

Znyzu beton, zverhu litak, moze to rai
Sprava vohon, zliva voda i farby lynyayut
More mashyn, more ruyin, shukayu svii dim
Vulyci ye, mokri vony, ya ne odyn

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