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I do not understand all
The structure of stars and galaxies,
But if we take as a point
report A glance in depth,
So you can feel the wind,
What blowing at our backs,
And thousands of needles that dug into the foot,
And they need to embark on ...

And, looking upward,
We just stepped on the north,
Not knowing how many are going,
And how much is left to go.
But if you ever vsetki
You look at the sky,
So you can see how the Guardian Angel
Sharpening your knives.

I do not like the smell of salt grass,
But what remains to those who are always behind?
After all, if there is an answer to everything that you can ask,
It is without a doubt, is in front of our eyes ...

There was once
Average summer sun
But the skillful hands have turned
Its in the electrical current.
And all that's left for us - it's the heat of the palms,
And the path illuminated by bright light
Forward aspiring eyes!

And there, in front,
In the golden plains of freedom,
Where in the calm waters of rivers dancing
They sing their eternal song,
Lies ocean flower depth of stagnation,
Plunged into which we sell memory
For wings and fly free.

But I do not like the smell of salt grass,
But what remains to those who are always after me?
After all, if there are any rules for deciding to play,
They are, without doubt, are hidden in our eyes ...