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я ведь знал, что когда-то умру
перетру
нить клото о тупую иголку
я теперь — только тень, маячок

And I have dreamt today, mother
‏of winds storming the grazing lands
‏holding back my horses
‏expelling my camels

Till when will we continue
to engage in this madness?
When will we strive, my friend, to be
not as others imagine us

The women in this country are statues
They have been chiselled out of rock
Their hearts are piled high with emptiness
Their faces are stone and have no features

What pain
When the heart darkens gloomily
Thick clouds
come crowding my mind, densely

When will the promised
pony come, people
ask and ask and more
And more people are

The bird who visited Me at night
In the end of that night scaped from my open window frightnley
He landed in my small bred
Handle it and fly

Where ever the senses narrowed
The vision will be wider
When ever a material is hammered
Will be a stronger and shine

He go like when he carry
Agoat in this darkness
His eyes like a hall of pistol
And his heart atimed polite

When in the heart depression resides
and you pass like a cloud through my mind,
in my eyes the whole wide world
becomes fly-sized.

The baton,
when one day used brutally by a cop, ran
away from his grip to a tree,
where it became a new branch

To my friend Askar Qrushy
Welcome Welcome my friend
In the desert you can Say
One, Two, Three