Текст песни солома близкая к суициду - поэт

Poet

The wind howls like Mandelstam.
I am in the long-awaited inspiration
slightly yawning,
I write erase, I write erase ...

Refined
"read the four-thread"
I'm worried about
lady who
on the cheeks
frost blush.
"So so, -
mind scatter
crackers
I whisper in her ear,
- I'm a poet, dear ...
- having finished or finished eating,
continue
to itch akin to deprive,
- Am I in a pissing bar
Puff like a samovar?
Halls will happen
singing hosanna,
I’ll drown myself in a moment
and I will give out that there is a heat.

Winter took leave and out
went out with her on parole
my three month yawn.

How to find me a nook
where is the most comfortable
the flood is pending?