The cloud

 
In the day
Then the Hunter
Will go to hunt
And the Savage
Will see him alone
I’ll open my dream
And I’ll bang my sleeping door
You’ll see I will live
On your palm
And then
When the Savage
Will want to kill me
He’ll see the Hunter’s
Low heel
He’ll want to kill him
And take his big gun
The Hunter
Will turn back and shoot
He’ll kill me from his heel
And my wound won’t heal
And then I will see
The Snow-White Hill

1990 г.

Магаданские облака. Туман над городом. Наползает с Нагаевской бухты по весне...
Как люблю я это время года и наш маленький огромный город!


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