We're talking the same language ... Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



We're speaking the same language,
And we understand the words differently.
It is so easy to live lightly,
But not converge puzzles.
This constructor I did not break,
But so cold from the mismatch ...
Everyone who survived, naked and small,
And just around the night and shadows.
Not the same soul with soul,
They look for each other, pass,
Or go into battle ...
Rab - the gladiator to the glory of Rome
. Rome - the eternal city and the eternal fear ...
There's fires we burn to this day.
It hurts so much to say in words,
What's better for us to be silent.
Who will answer? Angry screaming crowd?
Stones, beating in the hypochondria?
Moans are clean and simple pleas ...
Only, alas, I do not believe it.
I am in no salvation, either in pure light
Neither the wheel of samsara ...
If you find a word answer,
Soul escape punishment.
The Court does not happen, because there is no death ...
There, white dance Spirit!
Spirit is not important question - answer,
Girl il old ...
Circling it
soul The fire in his eyes
Skirt fluttering bird ...
Lord God, I long chah,
Give me a drink of love.
It is the same for all language ...
That's the puzzle ...
Everyone who is small to the Spirit pressed
And in the sky burn diamonds.