And it stuck in my throat...
When I saw him...
I heard Pushkin in my dreams,
He said he loved,
But paid for it with his life...
I also heard Yesenin,
He told how, for love,
He was taken away...
I heard Mayakovsky,
He told how,
He died morally,
For the same thing...
And why do we need love,
When the real one has died out...
Like a dinosaur,
Frozen with anger...
I don’t even know,
What it’s like,
No one knows...
They say love is,
When you understand each other in a single word...
But they live for forty years,
And still can’t understand each other...
There’s no trust,
No tenderness...
And all they give is money,
Parents get children,
Friends get adventures...
Love has become consumerism...
And even in a dream,
I heard Akhmatova ...
Love is dead,
I was frozen from everyday life...
And it stuck in my throat
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