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How to separate the grain of sand from the sand ...
< Felix Komarov
How to separate the grain of sand from the sand,
A wave from the sea, a spark from the fire
And how to connect them together?
Joining the world of thoughtful stitch
Build a bridge - the Father, the Son leading
? How to separate the lovers heart
And to please their meeting inadvertently
And to leave, not making out faces,
Until the sun rose in the east?
How to split apart
visible world And the mirror zaveshivaya black,
Pull in the usual angst, note mi,
And woe be as stubborn?
War How to separate a smile on the face,
A glance of the eye, hearing ear?
Not knowing neither beginning nor end,
Reflection of the spirit are inseparable.
The mirror of the mind are inseparable
And the light is inseparable from its foundation ...
Inseparable snovidenya sleep.
With Creator indivisible word.
Whence then comes the pain
And the loneliness and meaninglessness pity,
The desire to melt away like salt,
Find the greatness and smallness?
When it was in the same things as they are.
And there is no creator apart from works ...
In a way, no way, is good news ....
Without rejoicing and with no regrets.
How to separate the grain of sand from the sand,
A wave from the sea, a spark from the fire
And how to connect them together?
Joining the world of thoughtful stitch
Build a bridge - the Father, the Son leading
? How to separate the lovers heart
And to please their meeting inadvertently
And to leave, not making out faces,
Until the sun rose in the east?
How to split apart
visible world And the mirror zaveshivaya black,
Pull in the usual angst, note mi,
And woe be as stubborn?
War How to separate a smile on the face,
A glance of the eye, hearing ear?
Not knowing neither beginning nor end,
Reflection of the spirit are inseparable.
The mirror of the mind are inseparable
And the light is inseparable from its foundation ...
Inseparable snovidenya sleep.
With Creator indivisible word.
Whence then comes the pain
And the loneliness and meaninglessness pity,
The desire to melt away like salt,
Find the greatness and smallness?
When it was in the same things as they are.
And there is no creator apart from works ...
In a way, no way, is good news ....
Without rejoicing and with no regrets.