Note
Bury is approximately berry, that is approximately bear, that is approximately beer, that is approximately bee, but the original meaning of this word is Slavic: “Солнечные ягоды”, или “Солнце, бери Ирий (рай)”
“Where am I from?” – I asked the Sunny gong,
Nd It gave a bill about muunian song to answer me…
But at night I was caught with city noise, creaked like upset violin tongue,
That was muffled with a swaying of windy rook of Ta-tma miss…
“Who are you?” – I asked the miss, and she
Began to spill shiny words, as the star,
Began to swim in my spirit’s river as a joy-flagging mood-go ship,
Nd do all of this as a new epoch start:
“You’re from me, and I’m a sky-blue derm
Nd the other colors of the wind:
The maim of them is red, as Roman term
Nd the 3rd – white as the desolate heat.
But if you’ll shuffle this dyes,
You’ll have two flags,
And the side, where are looking my eyes,
Can identify the transponation of paint tags:
Blue - is the river in middle Eurasia,
White - is Siberian snow storm,
But the main one is red, what is really ainciant,
The color of win and confusion, and bloody form…
But with the white it as a blood with milk, when the health is norm.
It’s your dye and it’s the call of life,
Semigoddians faces, when I’m redress…
It’s your home and love and verses kife,
The beginning and the main piz of piece.
I asked: “What do you mean, dear Ta-tma miss? ”
And she gave me red sun berry without core.
It was like a sugar poison or bee-beerian kiss –
Not hell-heaven, but the Irian Door…”
