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My age , my beast , who will be able
Look at your pupils
And their blood will stick together
Two centuries of the vertebrae ?
Blood - builders of whips
Throat of earthly things ,
Zahrebetnik only flutters
On the threshold of the new day .

Creature, as long as life is missing,
Bring the backbone must ,
And invisible plays
Spine wave .
Like a delicate cartilage child -
Age of infant land
Back to the victim, like a lamb ,
Crown of life brought.

Century to snatch from captivity
To start a new world ,
Knobby knee days
You need to associate the flute .
This is the age wave Shakes
Human longing,
And in the grass viper breathing
Measure century gold.

And yet swell the kidneys,
Falls upon the green shoots ,
But split your spine ,
My beautiful miserable century .
And with senseless smile
Reverse look, stiff and weak,
Like an animal , once flexible,
On the traces of their own paws.