Печально и вечно

M:

astronauts laugh, but they are stretched nerves,
they dream that Gagarin died at birth
and each of them could be the first
shaving, they see it in its reflection,

they hit the mirror, hands and shred with a razor,
and banging his head on the wall tiles in a dispassionate,
Gagarin with his portraits of smiling slyly.
astronauts laugh, but their nerves are strained.

and space cries, recalling sovem defloratora,
he will never need another.
All astronauts roll to hell,
when he says: & quot; go! & quot ;, and waving.

etc: you will never be first in space,
Strangely enough, it's insanely sad.
Just remember, no matter what age you may be:
compared with Gagarin, we all galactic debris.

In:

On blue sky sheet drain wreckage missiles
Now lust inquiring minds changed the empty austerity
I bring flowers, where the track is spread in the air
And clearly smell the sun-warmed iron

And when everyone around morphinic dream covers
From fantasies in the subconscious flying disembodied trip
I am on the roof of the telescope and its eyepiece
The reflection of the universe, where you constantly looking for

The needles of light from the stars torn fabric of sleep
Nozzles nuclear flame ground melted in the lens
In meteorovom medley dull moon shines
Spilling kvazarovyh flashes Ginza

I'd dived into the hole of the callousness Chillmere
In light rasplalenny rock and ice chunks gas
There is no God in the void, and he does not need anybody there
What used to bring the astronauts nor dragged crosses