Sweet! Let's go,
in the country where his lips are full of honey.
There was too much in the past poison
in poured political criticism, in trials,
in conversation...
Lived like animals, dirty farm
survived by sacrificing soul.
The best always go first!
Sweet! let's go rotten with thee...
There is little we have left!
The years of the Inquisition knew his business.
Heart, under the prohibitions, knocking...
And the soul which, when all are asleep, only sang.
There was too much in the past poison
in poured political criticism, in trials,
in conversation...
Sweet! Let's go,
in the country where his lips are full of honey.-
Gregory Burtaev. Los Angeles. August 15.2015.0707
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