Enthroned in heaven, in the world of winged angels. . .

Felix Komarov

He is in Paradise, in the world of winged angels.

Beautiful virgins, mysterious beasts...

Love and wisdom build chambers there.

With the naivety of children playing.

There is beauty and Buddha’s face above the sky.

There are no deaths, no diseases, no worries.

They give everyone wine and bread.

And for an hour and a year.

You'll meet everyone you've ever loved.

Hug your loved ones and forgive your enemies.

On the clouds soar in the wave of sunset.

On the stars to swim in a sea of bright dreams.

But suddenly a blizzard... Tore off the cover...

And drown in the world of iron, evil dogs.

Where an advert rips and breathes heat.

Where only pain and death, shit and blood.

Kill the other or die in the trash.

Today you, tomorrow I'll die.

And they breathe hoarsely under the bed.

And the fields are poisoned with cadaver slurry.

Nope! I don't want to live in a nightmare!

I'll close my eyes, head in my hand.

Om mani padme ... breathes a ball in his heart,

Peace by putting on armor.

Dispassion, tranquility, nirvana.

Transparent patterns on the glass.

Cozy sofa cushion

My world is covered and I am happy.

Alas, not for long...

The rain is knocking on the roof...

And cold hands, but hot tea.

And anything you say is just superfluous.

While there's a candle above the table.

The candle is burning and the streets are darkening.

The lights are off for six hours.

And angels roar in the sky.

And demons prepare new evils.