Кольщик

Kolschik pinned me to the dome,
  Near chidotvorny cross with icons
  To play the bells there
  From shimmering and call back.

  Pinhole of my house by the creek
  Let the flow in will trickle subtle.
  In order to tailor it to the judge
  I have not fenced grid.

  Draw aleyuschy sunset.
  Rose of rusty barbed wire.
  Line of Mama, I'm not guilty!
  Write and let them try to erase.

  If there's room - draw
  The boat, with sails full of wind.
  Swim away, wolves, here's a ...
  To all I remember.

  And fell on the soul, like quiet.
  Meet the mother - one of my desire.
  If the cross, that I took with him
  Deliverance, but not repentance.

  Do not blame me, Mom, I'm just so and lived,
  I knew - I was waiting for you, I know you cry
  evenings, and where I'm dreaming still quite small,
  sneak up on you and close your eyes palms;
  you deliberately say, "Dad?, Tatyanka?" I laugh:
  No, no, do not guess, the father of Tanyuha hello, money
  in the envelope did not go - bitch all laid out, but I w ill luck would have it
  come back, because you're waiting for me.