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For those seeking birth - not a holiday
< Felix Komarov
For those seeking birth - not a holiday ...
We scatter generously ...
And God samsara, cunning hooligan,
Grow soul for slaughter.
But sometimes he makes blunders,
Not so crazy, he tightened the ring ...
And I crashed into the sky the day yesterday,
A new day startled myself.
And who was born? Who will die in captivity?
A live celebration, celebrating itself ...
And we go out for an encore in the best roles,
The birth in samsara loved!
For those seeking birth - not a holiday ...
We scatter generously ...
And God samsara, cunning hooligan,
Grow soul for slaughter.
But sometimes he makes blunders,
Not so crazy, he tightened the ring ...
And I crashed into the sky the day yesterday,
A new day startled myself.
And who was born? Who will die in captivity?
A live celebration, celebrating itself ...
And we go out for an encore in the best roles,
The birth in samsara loved!
