Sharp asters thrust into the streets,
Luna came to an impressionable youth.
She sang, radiating paganism:
"Children, kill electricity.
Children, until you become eyeless,
I will show you the saving azimuth:
Everyone who walks the lunar road,
In the city of magic one day comes.
Breathe, like air, there inspiration.
All the architects there are dreams.
The sun is warming there, and not banknotes.
If you're in love, you will not be considered an idiot. "
And in these lying moon songs
Believed the boy sitting on the ladder.
But only he believed, the ladder became
Suddenly grow ... And got to the sky.
The boy went on the steps of the ribbed,
But then my relatives and relatives fled:
"Stop! Do not go - fools such a lot!
There's nothing to do for you in this sky. "
The boy obeyed, the boy returned
And only with a longing for the moon looked back.
After hiding, hated everyone,
I cried that there, in the sky, I saw.
Crying, feeling the emptiness in my chest.
He climbed up, lighting up
Way with your heart, light and trembling.
And hurriedly dropped it in the sky that.
And here it hangs in space with an asterisk,
Like a toy on a Christmas tree
Among the same toy hearts,
Abandoned by the boys obedient.
Sharp asters thrust into the streets,
Luna came to an impressionable youth.
She sang, radiating paganism:
"Children, kill electricity."
