I walk by the ghosts of the city ...

< Felix Komarov



I walk by the ghosts of the city.
I speak their language.
On our spiritual crises.
And how to get away lightly.

They meet fun,
Or cry sometimes.
One say, hanged,
Talk to me.

What is the lesson to me?
The music of the bone,
Come my friends,
And pray to save yourself.

And how to save my ghost
And give him life?
When we do not live with izmalstva ...
Waking not survive sleep.

They want salvation,
But there is no one to save us.
Deceptive plexus,
There is nobody to untwist.

When I'm talking to a ghost
So I believe that I am alive.
Life will know on the basis of,
Alive, if there is another.

And if there was no other,
It is necessary to create it.
Otherwise white white
And the Son and the Father and the Mother.