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On my iPhone since morning there are waves, noise, whispers, screams, blogs, Hey!

I want to embrace you passionately. It hurts, out of season.

In Kupchino there are Putin's dolphins.

In Severodvinsk, a yellow door creaked.

In Vladivostok, the elevator has been called. In Reykjavik, flashes

Of roses and demonstrations, in Yerevan a thousand candles.

I'm erasing your pencil marks with Milan.

Myself in the kitchen. Griboyedov nights.

From Omsk, columns stretch to storm the sky,

An African tribe nominated an albino chief for the Nobel Prize,

In Smolensk, time cracked, burst at the seams.

Near Yugra, they rolled up the longest clothesline in the world.

In Brussels, the eighth one stood up and left. The deposits of the robbed

GlavTrestZavKhozBank are frozen.

In the capital of Peru, Herzog is dragging a ship uphill,

The Indians are shouting: the machine is running aground. Aguirre! Wrath of God!

Stop this moment, so beautiful,

Although in string theory it is repeatable in thousands of eyes.

The time of the first ones is forgotten, space is visibly collapsing.

But what if all this is not in vain?

Stop this moment, so beautiful,

Although in string theory it is repeatable in thousands of eyes.

The time of the first ones is forgotten, space is visibly collapsing.

But what if all this is not in vain?

In Volochok, hunchbacks are stirring up trouble.

In Vishera, a shaman is on pills and the time is approaching the Moon.

Do it for me in Izborsk under a camel blanket.

We will get up and wake up in '24 on the other side.

And in Chita - the sun is melting scarlet.

In Ust-Ilimsk, you stopped doing it for me a long time ago. I'm tired of listening to my agitated voice on the voice recorder.

In the vastness of Instagram, I am your bot.

I'll buy back your broken hair from the pawnshop,

Which shone here for a whole year. Turbulent noise,

Glasses - minus. Plus double stripes. Northern metropolis:

I will never invite you to this city again.

At the Orekhovo-Zuyevo rubber factory club,

A retro disco for those who are still twenty-seven.

Your indecent laughter in the middle of that strange episode,

And I'm left with only eternity and one day.

Stop this moment, so beautiful,

Although in string theory it is repeatable in thousands of eyes.

The time of the first ones is forgotten, space is visibly collapsing.

But what if all this is not in vain?

Kitchen. St. Petersburg. A communal apartment bought out for studios,

Communal hell, my shameful speech, a broken gas stove,

A daughter who couldn't withstand the test of time, to smoke here one last time,

To lie down. To carve on the wall in old blue - remember? The thread is broken.

Behind us is the country, deer, a gap, the Cherepovets

Syndrome of genius, brothers from Bolsheviks,

The resort - Sestroretsk, you with smeared mascara.

Maybe no one else will ever be able to do it like this. Skating rinks.

We're playing out movie quotes live.

It's autumn outside. You're in your old sweater. To the sound of tram wheels.

And if in the 20s you film it properly - we'll be even.

Shall we make a deal?

Stop this moment, so beautiful,

Although in string theory it is repeatable in thousands of eyes.

The time of the first ones is forgotten, space is visibly collapsing.

But what if all this is not in vain? On my iPhone this morning: waves, a businessman, noise, whispers, screams, blogs, hey.

I forgot your name - was it Molly or Zoe?

Here. I'm hurting out of season. Here. Glue it together.

In Mari-El you do this to me.

To the ship that didn't sink, that survived, mouth to mouth resuscitation.

For this, I, who hate all these video messages and you here -

Forever karma, on the stern your faithful bot.

Stop the moment, so beautiful,

Although in string theory it's repeatable in thousands of eyes.

The time of the first ones is forgotten, space is visibly collapsing.

But what if this is all?