Ночная пьеса

Christmas night play , the scenery of the forest
Cranberry syrup blood , yes glued eyebrows
Loneliness of clay , props from the body
Soul foam soap , acne on the cheeks of chalk
Papier our flared

Cotton clouds bondage family here , but the cave
Undereducated role on pupah curled faith
Gauze snow stars soffits, fled neophytes
The director yells and angry - also want to get drunk
Look at these faces , something like all creators

Sponsor sleeps Barbie dead , cellophane , aces, six
Shouting, dust, prompter , a foil , but her chicken leg
Backstage waiting troops with wooden swords
Leader with beams nailed cards muzzle to his temple
Not to win but melancholy, not power, and

Gave Up , sailed scene in the hall of a sad country
Grimly looking at hope, faith and love it
March worth over Palestine , the roar of the beasts , the mountain of cardboard
Births secret reasons of concrete flags wafted

All the gifts of the Magi stolen nursery gunmetal
Dragged hungry watchman . How to play us play God!
Lighting need , gentlemen!
To thicker shone the star of Bethlehem
Ate electricity , but devoured wires

I'm sad , I look up to play third depth
Alcoholized baby sleeping in the cradle of Peter ,
Smiles and winks at me snowstorm .

Putin rides around the country on a silver horse ,
Putin will help all people , God give him health ..
Would kill all the bandits , hard worker , he pours .
Putin goes to the country, and we continue ....