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Англійський переклад з української

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English translation from Ukrainian

Contemporary Ukrainian Poetry of the 21st Century

Sergey Negoda

Flirt and Fler

I. Meeting in the Canaries

Auto-service. An old man on the highway

Yesterday I was eating in it without a meal, lepski,

and then with you in BMW

after a turnstile cabaret

was just a flirtation and a fler

from breaking up the inspiration

in a warehouse.

Exchanged smartphones.

The call is "Preferential."

with cherchev in the eyes

I have a convertible today

will be all: easy canapes

with a fresh beer, kiwi.

And the testicle, well, just a bomb.

Let's grow up like spoiled ones

cough and stomach belly

to excavate together ".

Answered: "I'm waiting at the hotel,

I was so fond of the operetta.

I got a new battery,

And this dashing digbil does not pull

The bracelet does not shake off.

I took diabetes math

I'm all like a red cloves

like a worm in a white corset

with black chicory ".

The bell: "And where are you now, my beloved, buzz?

I ask you faster, go

and then, heart, like a hammer of parquettes,

twix twix, twix twix ... wants to

Shuri-wall with a cupcake from the bottom

I'll cut off my ribs, because

already the soul of a nail clipper is dying!

Well, that's some sort of ambience. Again chimeras

Oh, again, closed intersection!

Yeah, good to me a fairy tale. Come on!

Hello bear, and you shaved.

Hi, this is the boomer, you're all in the rainbow.

You made adultery! Fastened under his ears.

Did you like yesterday's hryazalka?

Give me a stretch of the rhinoceros.

This is such a passionate passion. Got snake

No, I'll tighten harder, oh, it's a buzz

No, do not worry. Now show yourself.

Perfect, but now take your left hand,

like a snowman, no, like a miracle,

on my shoulder, put on the right leg.

Tsim-somik, and you have hot eyes and ears.

like a stuported stallion.

A papi-honey, - this is a chimik, -

Come on, well, we go to the balcony.

Take a damn with you an ashtray.

Some human beings from above, bite.

Suddenly they jumped on the balcony.

What are you with a zucchini and a pheasant?

I want more cool, so boom-boom.

Put it on top. Turn around

So more, tight beltkin

with a spine all the way up.

Poke the legs on the couch.

Well, okay, come on, raspishly, pour out

On another one - you smoke a smile.

Stroke a benyk in an ashtray.

Going over, and now shoulder in shoulder.

For the rangers! Come on! How to poke.

Look, it's gonna! Come on, gently,

A snack with a pheasant!

This is a panther's loop.

Oh, crazy Pedro, you've crossed over.

Now, undress, you will be a buffalo.

For what? -You overflow! - There will be a cool fornication.

You want to spy on. -I want.

We are with you like horny ambala

in a greenhouse I took the measure.

Sit me on my neck, meghero, bring me to your bathroom.

Oh oh oh! - And you, heavy babe!

I want to go to bed, get rid of the abyss.

A minute, you squat down, so on the throne.

Oh oh oh! Pumice yourself on the skin.

In you, those ... oh, you ... squat, oh, djigunchik,

with nylon rings. Caught

Now turn on the vodka-lezginochka.

Fucking the jacuzzi on the body.

What is a polished torch.

Is it pan or missing? Pan or missing! - Pan!

You, sir, went between your fingers

I just fade, from your ahinea.

Which, steep smell of perfume, ah, it is delicious.

The whole orchid in the blood, some kind of stupid.

Get up on the pin ... Down, all okay?

You open the horny compartment ... There is a harpoon.

Take it, play it with a snorkel,

he's really mad at you.

The harpoon breaks so nest that

in the head up to the northern glow.

II. Meeting in the Maldives

But you're really mad like a ponytail.

Let's stick your long arms in your elbows

I am a baldie from you, I entered all the worlds

zh-hoo, harpoon, - and what is the stitched tattoo,

this is my whole empire of good on my back

wait you all right at once,

lie down, do not hurry, get well enough

oh, this bomber, cracker, I'm scratching.

Popper, so good, handsome.

Sofa loudly lousy

as a European guy in Paris

like a new cello in Rome

and do not scatter like a bloodthirsty, take it for a scallop.

call him and beat him with his fingers

boo, like a bleeding broiler

about my mortgage saltses.

Hold on, monk skin, oh! -

Pull my claws with my claws

Call me the trunks on my back.

I will make the first pancake with you.

I broke off to the full, I let it go.

These are scales! Get down from the glasses.

A tick on the heels ticking.

Everything digs and burns in me a trap

crazy bastard

and weeping in the abdomen cheeky.

Take away all of me, zoom in.

You're going to snort inside.

Zataranteliv, pen,

Ricochet with a rollover.

Raise your legs! Do not run away

Do you che so poke? The lioness!

I'm already dancing so that my mommans scored

that no curse will help you.

All the wrath of your exporter, I'll squeeze out -

Scrape all injections of velets.

This is a blow to your bastards! -

Behhh! Full of caresses.

This is the flourish! This is the flourish! You are like a plague!

Give me napkins in a bag.

It was crumbled - my clothes are leer, -

you want a little banana, and I'm honored

in the box a lot of delicious flattery.

Your word is terrifying me

such a tag, witty, scabby.

But this is something that is circling and vibrant, -

my words of bumblebee twist, -

And we - have long gone, the duo shouted.

You have a lepskie gorgeous shbzik.

You have a replica figurine kotcheryazka

Well, yes, otaken sausage in the soft perineum,

then you will get in the imagination boundless infinite.

We - it's like a cross-border horizon

two tracks in the opposite worlds.

Zhevzhik, you're my trout's apron,

Well, crazy, well, crazy

get up a screw rod

I'll throw you again in the glosses,

you are my heartfelt werewolf

resurrection

I'll throw up your bottle

with its thickest limb,

split mooe's tumultuous body

Just whine, inquire

in my hot, my insatiable

abdomen of horned cones.

Blessed, my fat lady,

yet, you do not know and do not stupak,

you have a beige border on the outside,

you are always deeply embarrassed

love with Congolese rods.

Oh, you, my black medium, amused me.

Medium, you rolled over my Persians,

ephemerally echoes with drums

with chimeras, with a huge pink torpedo,

Calves in the side in a chocolate soup.

Who loves you so much and so raises

I have a generously flavored core

between the knees and this is the most important thing

with fresh meat and soft salsa

because the stinging abdomen is still stinging.

ІІІ. Meeting in Alaska

I have a new poster of antiseptics today

too black, e-fairyard as a sign for attep.

See the black tabloids, some of my swaddlers,

Some sweets and stalks with full buns

Lycorder dudes with long mills,

and I'm there, such a bad guy,

how hotballs are on the Vinnitsa route,

in the boundless happy green eyes,

I cover all tabloid readers alive,

but I'm a file, like a brothel.

And you, too, see, droplets, oh, my heel.

Come on, come on,-well, you're black-eyed!

what are your cold fingers, grab me

twist-verte, - oh-oh, Sherkhit, - twist-verte

climb along the lagoon, cool, super!

And so easy and good for the third time, kill me my hair,

in my revolt a wild roar,

and you really have a prince prince,

he does not burrow even three herders

still with confident kayaking

fairly flutters with magnificence

heat it, still give it a fire

with truffle cravings

with cherry liver. Oh yeah.

Oh, I'm resurrected! Kayf, I'm so excited!

Release my arms, I'm all firing.

Rather, come, I get interrupted.

I'm afraid I'm going to fall, everything is full.

It's such a hunt for you to duplicate everyday.

The deck is sleeping naked and bad

on the golden abandoned coast,

a flickering feminist

this sleeping bag, loves the sun,

in a lot of spiritual rain,

with a rod from under the thickened sand,

in tall rainbow overalls

for a meal of berries with sour cream.

But he is an aging ash

defiled tired agent

in the long zambezhi screw

twist easel, like a pompous whim

depicts her flirty warmth of the body,

and looks at the immensity of the sacrificial ocean.

IV. Meeting at Madeira

Fine lady, oh, a mess, - no-ch for myself! - Reverse.

How do you like this new thirst! - I'm a worm.

I'm afraid not to fall through the ground.

That's right, beastie passed through the closed door.

so caught ants out of the skin!

Well, again, manners, I figured out my eye,

in honor of you - a sincere desire not to pose,

to meet with me. - At a cool hour, yes.

Oh oh, look, wallet, a fairy of love,

he is on the left ... - I congratulate you! - Immortal love.

This is a black cat in front of us is running out! -

Fortunately! I'm inconsistent, like Voltaire.

You better wash your eyes.

Rinse your Madagascar sandpaper.

It's like a strike of my harp that hit my soul.

And you have a frank passion for picky hooves.

No, it's a pain from major justice.

Stand up and walk, it's easier to scratch the tongue.

Treat my paintings with bare stomachs.

And this black cat for some reason,

has as many as seven rainbow colors between the hips.

I warn you, you risk being afraid of a lesbian,

With their hearts they are arbitrarily similar to the lutheran cats!

No, do not look, I just lose the right to choose:

either finish your outline, or roll you

with a breeze on the azure vibritilac, well, I'm

let's wind all our savings at the hotel.

V. Meeting in Rio de Janeiro

- Damn how it will be a complete fiasco

if my thirst is without a mask.

Will it be stronger than ours?

elbow harmony.

- I mind myself - and are you ready? -

my savings are here -

this is my spare for the stock

to rest on laurels.

I will not regret if I spend, -

I love you just really!

- What are the figs in the eyes! -

In your right

lolly eye -

I'll watch now

in the mobile mirror.

- No, no, it's some kind of apes

Greed stronger than yours

the love weapon that is in your purse!

- I'm afraid that such an envy

agent-merchant - too witty.

Yes, my argument of zeal,

as for the explorer with SUR.

And how do you drink crayfish with me -

then I'm ready for depression.

- Dear lady, our art is long,

and the privacy of agent TRANS is short!

- How dare you do

such a compliment to me?

- To do something -

means to do !!!

- Listen, you are glad here with me

lubricate handbags.

- So you do not want to talk to me

in peace and harmony, not as an agent, but as a private person!

VI. Meeting in Miami

And who is wisdom to divide us all into devils?

For me, bread and salt are a permission for understanding, worship, respect for dignity.

Each stubborn MOD agent has his own energy.

My free inertia during the procession for everyone.

Our free inertia is free synergy.

You're somebody true, and some are black.

No, Belmesa does not understand these SMSs,

Why do I, the football agent of synergy,

I do not want to kiss her gutta-perforated lips

I do not want to look at her black eyes

with high forehead and thick hair.

On the Riviera, the trench is sharpened, it's like a tornado,

Your black hands and my white legs are fine

for a fumigation, which works like a horse, abroad.

True, the eyes of the wheel, now we have other - IT war.

The interests of people in IT are the delicacies invoked by hypnotists for new slaves,

as on temporary disposal sessions.

Officers offer IT graffiti,

and smart kicks without money

but to us, officers are offered a smart mask,

and an IT layer with a desktops, but without an IT hinge.

All of them respect, but without excessive respect,

IT scout - can not give guarantees and rules,

how to apply to the secret in the soul.

And everything went with us in the skirmish, - the gentleman disappeared,

We are different agents from Ukraine - we are looking for somewhere booty,

I see you today with no delicacy - tired.

To the pantry - our dogs, because we need to the king - a liar,

because he knows that he will not release

his own without harm, so that thought detonates at all.

Yazne podlasa - I am again capricious! -

Yes, you are a whim! .. -

Surprise is waiting! -

What about you? - Again grimace, -

it's a miracle for you, lucky, -

cuddly and rickshaw!

drig-drig-yazichkom, - this is the boyfriend,

zhizvno, shmig-shmig with his lips, -

squat on the ogre, - coffee, -

Well, squat, - here, - we have two express,

relax, - eyes to me, - smile,

You are a dreamer - you are a dreamer

from the charlatan! Smile

Do you look like that? What kind of zhivchik

I have yours here.

Wait, your leg is already like a raven. -

You who are betrayed - let's go

You are all so busy, sit

Everything is tired of you, - I want to go home.

In the eyes of prunes

The bumps are visible - this is what, -

Cho overturned - I want to go home.

Well, like you, my fabrications -

catch up, - once again the tongue, -

Now take it, - this, - this.

Well, everything is bent on you, - let's get back, -

Fight it, yes, once again in Ukraine.

I beg you, slowly, stroke here, -

here's another - let's go, - this, -

more aggressive, -

cuddly nails between the shoulder blades.

It's easier for me to be with you, -

from indifference, - let's get up, -

sit on the parapet, -

transcend-out the whole bosom, -

wait a second, -

now the rock climbing, -

right now - urticaria -

You're like a spy, spy!

What terrible you are -

all unfolded -

let's go together: that's it, this is that! -

Really, this is our kissing for you

so shaken up. - I want to Ukraine.

I'm in constant intrigue, -

you have eternal work - a wormhole, -

I will not find you! Throwing this job.

You are still busy here.

Well, now, well tomorrow! - well, back, - the tongue, -

- I'm with you here, - again this is this -

swaying from the mucus, - I order tickets.

And you got me over - "Come on, I'll give up the job."

Come on, the extreme here, - Two tickets on Saturday.

from this, splashed over me

all French perfumes - Borispol. 1st class

well, kindly, climb out of me

all your stuff. - Two tickets are ready.

On Sunday we will live in Ukraine ...

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