Everyone off!

shoulder in hand, and the wing has been clamped
the notebook is wet after barrack's wash day
i know what for i'm walking this land
and it will be easy to fly away

three minutes to wax figures ball, and quarter to death
one piece of a wool from a mangy sheep is all that i've got
but i so want to live, to sing, and no less--
so take my thread and tie it into a knot

the april is cold, but hot are the dreams
and new notes' viruses in the blood
and every target of upcoming spring
is laughing and waiting, waiting for love

оur medical man will warm the syringe of light
and needles of rays will enter our blood again
don't grieve and don't cry, just sit and see in your eyes
the deluge of love reaching right up our necks

catch it with your lips, the glass is too small
torpedo chords to the end!
a motley billboard of the upcoming war
is shaking the square of window pane

hey, hole in a head, a horde and blind
guess it's never too late to take off your armor
kissing a piece of captured ice
i silently came to the fire

and we're bastards of rats, and we are stepchildren of birds
and each is still a live bullet, at least by a third, to a one
just lay down and watch the nuclear prince
carry his whip to the throne

so don't cry and don't grieve, for whom can we cry?
we always were orphans, you and I both
come on, let's leave fear behind, it's our time to fly!
we're going off! OFF, EVERYONE OFF!