Forsaken Traditsiya - Poem by ALEX OGOH

Kak my sidim v ozhidanii v nashey illyuzii uma
My ne zhdut nikogo, krome neulovimogo vremeni
Ptitsy v gnezde
Tem ne meneye, my schitayem, chto ne to, chto luchshe
Kogda ikh zhutko shuma nakhoditsya v sostoyanii pokoya

Nashe naslediye, kotoryye uzhe davno prodany
To, chto my stremimsya ne no staryy
Luchshiy v mysli, no rep v kholodnoy
V protivnom sluchaye ne sozdavat' ni my stremimsya zolota
Stradaniya, khotya uzhe davno bylo predskazano

Trebovali v budushchem nadezhdy
Kogda my ne na tom, kak spravit'sya
Nash bystryy trek byli zabyl v skoka
Teper' my ishchem molitvu ot krys papy

O! Eti slavnyye vremena davno ushli
Sborka naslediya nashego ottsa vse byli porvany
Nashe naslediye smutilsya ot vlasti neizvestnykh masterov
Vse teper' eto istoriya katastrofy

Daleye v s litsom, kak u golubya
Sokrovennoye um my ne znayem, no khishchnik
Isklyuchaya nashe naslediye prinadlezhit im ustanavlivayetsya v nashey
Teper' vse my lyubim ne nash, no ikh v kazhdykh chasov.

Poems by ALEX OGOH

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