Колокольчики медленной тантрой... Стихи читает автор Демирина. Bells slow tantra... Reads Demirina.

reads the author Demirina. Bells slow tantra, And blue eyes Grass is not sown with a mantra, And the look that rests behind ... Beyond the heavenly, space blue With the electricity of lightning and thunderstorms, Where the obvious seems imaginary, And what’s more, it didn’t come true. In the previous thrill of an era, In the previous caress of the century. You erase the illusion of proportion Starting from afar... Fingers and feet learn quickly And stamens in an awakened dream Let go of the weightless... Slings Silkworm in purple fire... Set it on fire, don’t rush! We are all above With the dark flame of the spring dawn, We suffocate with colors, we breathe, Resurrecting the hand lanterns Over the fading city... Higher! And already lace sleeves Crimson roofs touch, That mirror the heavenly alcove... Bells slow tantra, And eyes in unearthly eyes Grass is