Vyacheslav Chetin
Utwory wykonawcy:
Ballad of Love
When the Deluge was over, and its current Had to back down at last to former grounds, From hissing foam of a receding torrent, Upon dry land, Love quietly crawled out, And, in the air, dissolved till time was proper, The proper time being forty, forty rounds.....
Horses Unruly
By the drop above the void, right along the very edge, Lashing horses with a horsewhip, I am hastening them, urging. All a sudden out of air, gulping wind and gobbling fog, Sensing in a fatal rapture: I’m a goner, I’m a goner! Do slow down a little, horses! D...