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Everything is all for good
< Misha Campfires
You, I, we, he, like people,
It seems to be like everyone else.
Eyes and ears, things Judas - not the memory of strangling
. Morning: teeth, shower, coffee,
Running to the subway crowd,
Vomiting work quota, Saturday,
Dream about the sea ... a dream.
Day: news trash,
Lunch, flirtation, bed.
Important: soon come the thaw,
Breathe without any losses.
I wipe the sweat off my body - my soul Tears
. Get off my shoulders - everything as you wanted,
Feel, do not rush me.
Shot: finger trigger, the bullet fool,
The brain, the wall, "Time, Stop!»
Swaddled in a shroud, burn incense,
Tanks crushed the east.
RULES:. I, you, he, we all
Everyone can understand.
Clot desperate subjectivism,
Desperately wants to know:
What is the "ultimate truth»
And whether it is possible to kill for it?
Bear the thought of life
The truth is that "love».
Love is suffering, and is kind,
It requires so many forces,
Which is easier to pull the trigger to failure:
"Beat, beat, beat, another has finished.»
Put your hands on my shoulders,
My eyes sing your.
You, I, he, they - trusting
. And each of us is vulnerable.
You, I, we, he, like people,
It seems to be like everyone else.
Eyes and ears, things Judas - not the memory of strangling
. Morning: teeth, shower, coffee,
Running to the subway crowd,
Vomiting work quota, Saturday,
Dream about the sea ... a dream.
Day: news trash,
Lunch, flirtation, bed.
Important: soon come the thaw,
Breathe without any losses.
I wipe the sweat off my body - my soul Tears
. Get off my shoulders - everything as you wanted,
Feel, do not rush me.
Shot: finger trigger, the bullet fool,
The brain, the wall, "Time, Stop!»
Swaddled in a shroud, burn incense,
Tanks crushed the east.
RULES:. I, you, he, we all
Everyone can understand.
Clot desperate subjectivism,
Desperately wants to know:
What is the "ultimate truth»
And whether it is possible to kill for it?
Bear the thought of life
The truth is that "love».
Love is suffering, and is kind,
It requires so many forces,
Which is easier to pull the trigger to failure:
"Beat, beat, beat, another has finished.»
Put your hands on my shoulders,
My eyes sing your.
You, I, he, they - trusting
. And each of us is vulnerable.