Postmodernism (Valery Lobanov)

province priggishly prigov
sorokin on a white steed
a little green leaf from a fig tree
[she is smiling at me indeed]

you people hardly can see
the beasts are much more smart
[in flight in flight in flight
is her intrepid heart]

after friday comes the weekend
stubble is bristling the field
[freedom freedom freedom
the secret she needs to shield]

nature culture vulture
[and the bird that burns in his flight]
and all of our writing
and all of our writ

lobanov

Постмодернизм

провинция пригород пригов
сорокин на белом коне
листочек зелёненький фигов
[она улыбается мне]

вы люди навряд ли поймёте
верней понимает зверьё
[в полёте в полёте в полёте
отважное сердце её]

за пятницей грянет суббота
поля ощетинит жнивьё
[свобода свобода свобода
заветная тайна её]

натура культура мультура
[а птица горит на лету]
и вся наша литература
и вся наша литерату

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