ННТКЗ30 - Я поднял пыль... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Daniel Hams.

(Reads V. Kotov)

I raised dust. The children fled after me and pumped up their clothes. Old men and old women fell from the roofs. I whistled, I was loud, I was lying my teeth and pounded the iron stick. Ripped children rushed after me and, not shattered, broke their thin legs in a terrible hurry. Old men and old women grew around me. I am rushing forward! Dirty, rickettic children, similar to the mushrooms, mushrooms, were confused under my legs. It was hard for me to run. I remembered himself and once even almost fell into a soft porridge from old people flying on Earth. I jumped, cut off a few my heads and came on the belly of the bad old woman, which at the same time cried and spoke softly: "Tortured!" I, without looking around, ran next. Now under my feet was clean and smooth pave. Rare lights lit the way. I ran to the bath. Friendly bath light flashed in front of me, and the bath, cozy, but the silent, couples already climbed into the nostrils, ears and mouth. I, without undressing, ran through the pregnant, then past the cranes, shakes and Nar, straight to the shelf. Hot white cloud surrounded me. I hear a weak, but insoluble ringing. I seem to be lying.

... And then there is a mighty rest stopped my heart.

February 1, 1939.