Son, kotorogo ne bylo
                                (D.Komarov)

Volny b'yutsya o bort
Veter b'etsya v lico
YA plyvu na lune
I mne na vse naplevat'
Kamyshi po bokam
Diko pleshchetsya ryba
CHajki kruto krichat
YA uzhe eto videl

     Son, kotorogo ne bylo

Sotni ruk letyat vverh
Mozhno uslyshat' kriki ura
Kto-to dovol'nyj poet
A ty eshche prosish' vina
YA tebe brat
A ty mne sestra
I chto eshche nuzhno nam
Razve chto tol'ko vina

He stoit schitat' tigrov po shkuram
He stoit schitat' lyudej po golovam
He stoit dumat' chto ty mudree chem ya
Potomu chto vse eto son
Potomu chto etogo net
Potomu chto ty prosto spish'
Prosnis' zhe ty nakonec

(c) Mitya Komarov 1988
Last-modified: Fri, 02 May 1997 13:23:33 GMT