Красный Смех - Роман Неумоев

Leaving as a big fire the body  in mortal combat
Observing yourself as  tonality  leaving your's  trust,
Covering with the areas strong heavy pride of the bounds,
Unfolding the  banner of lonely  borders and hearts.

   Civilization has constructed July
   The black tar be on fingers of me
   And close autumn
   And on asphalt there are a dead bee
   And metal house does not cry
   Though in it many time are hung up
   It is invincible feels pity for me
   Also black snow continues to die

   Longer
   living more longer
   living more longer
   Give birth more longer
   Red laughter walks on the land.

For snow and fields, behind  sin of defenseless sonnets,
Behind crystal splinters of mad ideas and bayonets,
From a universe shame from the one who for undecayed flesh fightes,
From an innocent nightmare, for insult and a pain to spite.

   Civilization has constructed July
   The black tar be on fingers of me
   And close autumn
   And on asphalt there are a dead bee
   And metal house does not cry
   Though in it many time are hung up
   It is invincible feels pity for me
   Also black snow continues to die

   Longer
   living more longer
   living more longer
   Give birth more longer
   Red laughter walks on the land.