Отечество ионы

Jonah did not love , and not a cold ,
And moan it - not an anomaly reason.
Jonah swallowed the whale for dinner
Jonah suffers pangs of stomach.

Randomness - continuation of the law ...
Yesterday he took a whale eatery takeaway
And eating a piece , realized whale friend,
Indeed, in the womb of his Jonah rose .

Keith - also fish, only fish that have :
Body and soul , he mammal ...

1.
With the last drop of flowing away brains
I will share with you the peace and relief,
My miracle kit , not knowing the warm shores
Not experienced the thrill associated flow.

My Matera , my hardened Mainland
And the alma mater of all recessed utopias
We all - Collaborators your blockade books
Miners in the twilight of your subcutaneous mines .

We are in the depths of
your subcutaneous mines .

2 .
The last stroke of blackish ink
I put the cross on the deserted Samobranka .
I'm not a piece of you in itself nor retained
Were ghosts, stretchers , wounded animal .

Floated belly up my puff miracle kit:
Passed his agony , passed and coma.
My country is not just sleeping -
Living here is not alive, the rest of the house.

Living here,
all the rest of the house .

***
Ion of the whales seen pharynx
Not what he sees now .
So at the very feast we portends womb
Plague, the bag and other delights .

Nutro entered the inside - and the world collapsed
On the negatively charged ions .
It is only on the surface remained
Uneven circle, like the kiss of Jonah.

Jonah suckled milk, not fish oil.
He was in the womb is not just a passenger ...

3 .
My hand does not turn into a fist,
And from the salt water already rusting gills.
Rest in peace , my chain archipelago
I will not pretend that I 'm not sorry .

Earth, you now huddle in five -
On only two pillars and three Heffalump .
And we flow itself, and we 're on our way ,
We're leaving the planet captains.

We keep the path
captains of the planet .