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These days do not happen in vain
< Kthrn
These days do not happen in vain.
I know that everything is always on time.
Sometimes, it is better to let things drift
And remain indifferent.
Swim on the river of time,
feel, feel ...
How little we have lived,
how much we still do not know!
It is a pity that the Beast has the right to manage,
ill press, destruction disobedience,
What a pity that the culture in a vise clamped,
It remains flourished, crumpled, flattened.
It turns out that # Kiev in the last century,
I had to show architectural inflorescences.
I am genuinely sorry. Yes, I'm sorry,
What I have no memory of my children ... and it is unlikely vozimeyut too.
Sometimes sad fact that creators hidden behind palaces,
What's between us -. Walls and moats and ditches between the spears sharp
What a pity that I want to rant and rave to look decent in the eyes of future generations,
And it is a pity that many of them did not vozimeyut!
"Roll up the beauty of the concrete!" - So often shout idols,
scared immense thoughts clenched,
swinger, which absorb mud wounds.
Nothing you can not fix in an instant just by thinking.
We - the unthinkable, immense
. We - hovered at its height
. Hard time looking me in the eye.
Yes, it happens sometimes that your problems, worries, I can only blame herself.
But it seems that even God with a human incarnation,
To survive in the end could not be ... ... Zaim is an unpretentious environment.
~ Someone again reading my Facebook ~
~ ~ I heard the sound of keys
~ I ask you, man, "How can the world endure so sssssuk? ~
These days do not happen in vain.
I know that everything is always on time.
Sometimes, it is better to let things drift
And remain indifferent.
Swim on the river of time,
feel, feel ...
How little we have lived,
how much we still do not know!
It is a pity that the Beast has the right to manage,
ill press, destruction disobedience,
What a pity that the culture in a vise clamped,
It remains flourished, crumpled, flattened.
It turns out that # Kiev in the last century,
I had to show architectural inflorescences.
I am genuinely sorry. Yes, I'm sorry,
What I have no memory of my children ... and it is unlikely vozimeyut too.
Sometimes sad fact that creators hidden behind palaces,
What's between us -. Walls and moats and ditches between the spears sharp
What a pity that I want to rant and rave to look decent in the eyes of future generations,
And it is a pity that many of them did not vozimeyut!
"Roll up the beauty of the concrete!" - So often shout idols,
scared immense thoughts clenched,
swinger, which absorb mud wounds.
Nothing you can not fix in an instant just by thinking.
We - the unthinkable, immense
. We - hovered at its height
. Hard time looking me in the eye.
Yes, it happens sometimes that your problems, worries, I can only blame herself.
But it seems that even God with a human incarnation,
To survive in the end could not be ... ... Zaim is an unpretentious environment.
~ Someone again reading my Facebook ~
~ ~ I heard the sound of keys
~ I ask you, man, "How can the world endure so sssssuk? ~
