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Эти лица во ржи из смешливого детства,
разбитые коленки и счастье,
что вмещалось в копилки,
кормило медовым воздухом
и свистело в руках деревянными шпагами.
Когда на много миль вокруг,
в пылающем ржаном море
бились одни наши сердца -
самые большие, самые громкие,
и парус, бегущий над кромкой
колосьев
был всегда позади.

Мы спасались от чернеющих туч,
хохотали от сотрясающего грохота,
а они стремительно пролетали,
тяжёлые,
днями
и вёснами.
__________________________
(Ray)

These faces in rye from the risible childhood
Scratched knees and happiness
That held in the money boxes
Fed with honey air
And whistled in hands with wooden swords
When for many miles around
In burning sea of rye
Our hearts were beating alone
The biggest and the loudest.
And a sail running over the edge
Of ears
Was Always behind

We fled from blackening clouds
Laughed from evershaking rumble
But They promply Flew
For days
And springs.

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from В​е​ч​н​о у​с​т​а​л​ы​м и с​п​я​щ​и​м, released August 9, 2013

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