When the night comes the soul ...

< Felix Komarov



When the night comes the soul,
Her breathing inaudible ...
All that love, you will see more than ...
Breathe, my friend, and do not rush.
The soul is, tired
And silent doom ...
No breath emits nor groan
And every day of the year as a viscous
And it seems that there is no light,
And will never be ...
But darkness is not hot forehead Studite,
Only animates Black delirium.
Look at the darkness, breathe with her,
She's also part of the soul ...
And because breathe! Breathe!
While cockleboat days will not crack,
And a bird will escape in flight.
Between darkness and light flying,
The soul is always sings live!
The soul always save yourself!