< Inguri
pale
views
pulled down the corners of the lips
harness not cry tears
open the gates of hell
proud, imaginary, empty of righteousness - our loyal dreams
at first you do not notice,
both deceived himself
compromise
enters its first, supply in God,
a thousand small comforts
and a sudden paralysis of the soul.
drink, or what? remember the cynical silence, without clinking glasses,
We devotees dream
they are not forgotten.
No, never forgotten.
forever solidify a lump in the throat, in the abdomen, chest
they are a measure of the quality of
not happened to us life.
they do not cry - wait,
they settle quiet apathy, fatigue
on your coming down with happiness orbit
not in their everyday life,
planet,
where there is lack of curiosity,
cowardice, ignorance, laziness,
and pity for himself.
And all because God does not invest in other people's projects.
Well, I play the creator?
abandoning the highest in the world
freedom to obey love,
What is whispered another
dawn
We devotees dream