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Колчедан

В краю невыпавших дождей

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Ю. Кукину и  М. Ульянову

Ты оставь всё, как есть:

не чини, не ломай.

Не идёт тебе спесь.

Будь собою сама.

Я, конечно, не прав,

что брожу далеко.

Лучше чёлку поправь,

как обычно, легко.


Если можешь – прости.

А не можешь - прощай.

Я немножко простыл.

Дай, пожалуйста, чай.

Я допью и уйду,

если скажешь мне: “Нет”.

В общем, этого жду

я уже много лет.


Приходя каждый раз,

жду закрытую дверь.

Я с сапог сыплю грязь

и давлюсь своим: “Верь...”

Повторяю: “Люблю,”

Плащ бросаю на стол.

Всё о долге мелю,

всё стою словно столб.


Повторяю: “Пойми,”

я, не взвесив твой крест.

Там вдали за дверьми

ждут меня много мест.

И в душе с твоим “Да”

я ищу колчедан.

В небе светит звезда.

Что ещё тебе дам?..

More about creation background and etc ...

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24 сент. 1998 г.

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