Текст песни самый маленький человек - Мясо Северянина

Northerner meat
Words: Igor Severyanin

meat was stuck, the meat was stitched by asparagus,
The meat was made of fish and was filled with wine.
and paying with meat, in the half -omy crew
Suddenly, it rolled to the meat in a hat with a large pen.

The meat caressed the meat and was given to meat.
And created the meat on the prescriptions of the earth.
The meat hurt, rotted and turned into a mass
stench decomposition inherent in meat.

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I despise calmly, sad, light and strictly
Northern people: backward, flat, dark straight.
My road is not their road.
My idols are not in crowded temples.

I do not wish either evil or grief to all these people -
I am indifferent; Sometimes I forgive, sometimes I regret it.
My road lies with a desert.
My desert is the palace is lighter.

Why love them, so alien to me? Why kill them?!
They are so miserable, so primitive and so colorless.
Go past in your events -
I am nothing: you are unrequited.

I don't know bad ones, I don't know the vile; All people are right;
They do not understand each other - their share is evil.
My delights are poison for them.
I despise, blessing ...