Nor sudden call.

Do not light in your room a candle,

The flowers hide -

For in a mutilated temple

you'll thus abide.

Do not create for yourself an idol -

thy soul's vice.

Just not to look - holes' gaping ridel

Instead of eyes.

Just burn yourself - your lips, eyelashes -

gyve's on your wrist!

I try, my Lord... But my will crashes...

I can't resist!..

ANON TUNE

1.

The amount of people increased,

And I had just to save myself.

I put a wine-glass on the shelf

And left with the lightest breeze.

-- How long will you stay alone?

-- Just as long as most are gone.

2.

The Earth crashed like a worn-out ball.

And nothing happened. At all.

MARINA GENCHIKMAKHER TUNE

Not Any Sort Of Thinking

Wars and congresses, brilliant meetings with press;

Gospel's right with me, next to the cage with a lory...

Oh, paparazzi! Why should I need a Princess?

Shame to confess, but I hardly do feel any sorry.

Let all the states lower to half-mast their flags,

let them proclaim Diana's peacemaking mission...

Oh, I just fill like buying a dog (call him Rex)

To share my thoughts with, enjoying a television.

All this shit happens around the Globe, alas;

we are experienced like ancestors' mothers.

Nothing to say, but dogs are like children to us:

Not skilled at talking but pleasant to listening others.

Hundreds of thousands of people, despised and bleak,

Drown their grief in this TV-gulfing grind,

Watch their TV-princess, but do not seek

Me, or may seek but, it seems, do not happen to find.

And all these faces and fates - like some missing clues,

With rusty lockless doors by now they are linking...

You're on the wrong side of your phony raddled youth.

Just not to think of it. Not any sort of thinking...

A Frog And A Spangle

A frog in a tangle

has swallowed a spangle!

Has swallowed? A spangle? And what has become with a goose?

I just caught my breath! Do but think: did she gain thus or lose?

Did she die? Oh, no – still alive!

Look: she has arrived!

She swallowed a spangle, turned into a beautiful maid

And just came across that young Prince in a glimmering shade,

which (if you believe all those rumors) took her to his Palace –

so he fell in love, then got married, long wished of all fellas!

So grandiosely and expected: she breeds our race!

She’s not of the best; but the most just fell out of grace.

A spangle I wish next my heart!

Oh, where to start?..

So, where to start? But there are some pimps babbling by stealth:

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