April. morning. The rustling of wires... Someone in a spacesuit

April. morning. The rustling of wires...
Someone in a spacesuit, like a tin can,
Shouted “Let's go!” and hit the road,
Where even angels didn't fly. Well, type, wow !

We're in class, on the map there is a compote stain,
The teacher yelled: “This is not a movie for you!»
But I'm видел: He's there, behind the blue window glass,
Shakes hands with the constellations. Or I dreamed about it?

Gagarin. Funny last name like “loon”,
But she punched a hole in the foil ceiling.
Now we're all a little bit astronauts:
Turn on Soyuz on YouTube and Google Mars.

Grandma said: “He's simple, smiling in freckles”,
And my dad grumbled: “Yes, a normal man!»
But I'm-то знал — у него за спиной крылья,
Hidden under an orange combo.

When I was making a rocket out of scotch tape and plywood,
Neighbor Vovka laughed: “Blow away by the wind!”
And she took off — three meters, no higher than,
But I'm, Seems, Understood, my heart trembles in zero gravity.

Now I'm an adult. But on Cosmonautics Day
I'm buying my son a toy satellite.
He yells: “Dad, а Gagarin был круче ТикТока?”
And I laugh: “Yes, he was the first blogger in the universe!”

We look at the stars. Their light is like an old filmstrip,
Where the footage floats, distorting reality.
“Dad, what if we fly too?” — “Sure, small.
Just lifted up close your eyes... and hit the gas”.

... And that “Vostok” still hangs in the sky —
Rusty symbol, but to us it is holier than icons.
Happy Cosmonautics Day, People! Even if you're in traffic,
You're the dust from an exploded star. Fly.

Гарет-Тень Ангелов

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April . morning . The rustling of wires ... Someone in a spacesuit , like a tin can , Shouted “Let's go ! ” and hit the road , Where even angels didn't fly . Well , type , wow ! We're in class , on the map there is a compote stain , The teacher yelled: “This is not a movie for you ! » But I'm видел: He's there , behind the blue window glass , Shakes hands with the constellations . Or I dreamed about it ? Gagarin . Funny last name like “loon” , But she punched a hole in the foil ceiling . Now we're all a little bit astronauts: Turn on Soyuz on YouTube and Google Mars . Grandma said: “He's simple , smiling in freckles” , And my dad grumbled: “Yes , a normal man ! » But I'm-то знал — у него за спиной крылья , Hidden under an orange combo . When I was making a rocket out of scotch tape and plywood , Neighbor Vovka laughed: “Blow away by the wind ! ” And she took off — three meters , no higher than , But I'm , Seems , Understood , my heart trembles in zero gravity . Now I'm an adult . But on Cosmonautics Day I'm buying my son a toy satellite . He yells: “Dad , а Gagarin был круче ТикТока ? ” And I laugh: “Yes , he was the first blogger in the universe ! ” We look at the stars . Their light is like an old filmstrip , Where the footage floats , distorting reality . “Dad , what if we fly too ? ” — “Sure , small . Just lifted up close your eyes ... and hit the gas” . ... And that “Vostok” still hangs in the sky — Rusty symbol , but to us it is holier than icons . Happy Cosmonautics Day , People ! Even if you're in traffic , You're the dust from an exploded star . Fly .

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