Nothing themselves without finding ... Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



Nothing themselves without finding,
Nothing themselves without recognition,
Not hating or loving
We circled night bird flock.

Open your eyes -tma as house
And scary but familiar ...
Not knowing reality, a mirage, a dream il,
Icons burn, il beat bows.

Not knowing what you are living.
Not understanding the meaning of care,
Reveals the soul of a sharp knife ......
Do not turn around ...!
fate of Lot You pay when he saw the angels.
No home, no friends, no family ...
Solid prayer chorus,
From the old songs of beggars truths.

Do not turn around, and you die,
How dies the whole of nature.
Uncreated light -. Lies blind
Deaf and groans of pain - an ode

. Do not die - desiring death
. And not wanting to be born life ...
And inspired the sun copper,
It goes into eternity bird flock.