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Cross "Alarm" |
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| Somebody has sounded | ||
| alarm for all to hear. | ||
| What's this? Either holyday | ||
| or plague is coming here? | ||
| That wide spread loud ringing | ||
| drowns the lyre singing - | ||
| Maybe crazy ringer | ||
| shakes the sky blue sphere? | ||
| Our poor planet isn't dressed in wood, | ||
| No, it's warmed by fire, | ||
| our Earth! It's not good! | ||
| When it will become cold - | ||
| the desert will be in world, | ||
| And again we'll have | ||
| to begin all from the nought. | ||
| Ring alarm, the ringer, | ||
| and awake the half-sleeping, | ||
| Notify all lovers | ||
| so light-hearted and singing, | ||
| That the world, which was burnt, | ||
| will seems to be lawn | ||
| Only for corpse | ||
| and for child unborn! | ||
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1973 V.Vysotsky |
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| Turner's work. | ||
| Brass, copper, bronze, lacquer. | ||
| Kharkov , 1995. | ||
