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Poem written by post author, KhajiitInBottle:

Omsk Bird!

What is this bird? What is this beast?
He's already here, he's knocking on my door!
I will open for him, I will invite him into the house
, I will feed, drink and put to sleep

He will offer me magic grass
And we will fly to Tram – Tarary

Omsk bird – Omsk bird is circling over me
, will not stop

Sitting on the back of a magic beast,
We will breathe in full chest, it will become more fun
We will fly under the rain of different colors
And we will live forever and never die

We will leave the bay, we will leave the mine
And we will fly away from the barking bay

Omsk bird – the Omsk bird is spinning over me
, it will not stop

But the time will come, the time will come,
And Omsk bird suddenly disappears
Sorrows will return, hardships will return,
Only a feeling of freedom will remain

She will stop her witchcraft
And again the

Omsk bird will leave me alone – the Omsk bird does not circle over me
, something I cannot sleep …
… at least I cannot sleep