Description of the artwork «Margonalism # 2»
I pick up glass waste from Earth
What are directed by the wind into the eyes of the naughty
Under the fire of lights my skin is light
What the Kremlin will envy the outer glass
Dissolving potatoes with just a glance
I feel so sorry for peasant bread
What a dry hoof on snow swamps
I enter, without demand from the sky.
Lyrics by Lina Blancar