V lichnykh sapogakh

Muzhik Sukovatov.

V 12 chasov po nocham,
Lish' polnoch' prob'iot na chasakh,
Muzhik Sukovatov nesetsya,
Nesetsya v lichnykh sapogakh.

Kristal'noe nebo v zachumlennykh snakh,
Krivye oskolki letuchei vody.
Ya spal, i mne snilos': v svoikh sapogakh
Muzhik Sukovatov, oblomok pizdy.

I v polnoch' nesetsya starik po stene
Muzhik Sukovatov, narodnyi geroi.
Ya spal, i ne videl: odin, v polusne,
Letit Sukovatov nochnoyu poroi.

Zabyt' ne khotel, i ne mog pozabyt':
Zarosshiy po poyas v kuskakh borody,
Letit sredi neba, kak dym iz truby,
Muzhik Sukovatov, oblomok pizdy.