My lips were warm and heavy. Be silent.

My lips were warm and heavy. Be silent.

- What was that movie called Pasolini?

- Libon, Theorem…

And they spit on the ridge like wax in the candle,

Various ant and gentle shivering ants,

And on the darkened glass - behind a serpent of fire

Past the "janitors" like painfully broken eyebrows:

Someone is leaving (this role is mine every time) -

Someone on the platform stands in the unbearable backlight of love.

The rain goes into the snow (it's a simple operator's gimmick),

Swallow the flaky lantern wrap sown from the sky…

Someone on the platform stands in the void of curtained hands,

Frightened - look now at yourself.

He put his lips to his tongue - like a sheet of paper

Not yet written:

- You know, from that - they die ...

The heavens are burning dark. Where the arms are spread, it remains

Space is like a piece of paper with a torn edge.

Oh, they don't die! In fact, they die - not so

(As - not to say, cooling his lips in the wind ...).

Snow is falling - like a flock of shooting birds.

Lunko empties the platform.

The credits are coming.