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Do I love the people? a trick question ...
< Felix Komarov
Do I love the people? a trick question,
how to fall in love with bodies of seven billion ...
breathe love and drown breath ...
and I regret that he had not ...
dolyubil not, and therefore did not live ...
in the last hour of bitter simple idea
dolyubil not, and thus it was, lie
all that I sang narcissistic.
Love is simple, like soup or steak,
and it is not of the highest phrases ...
I will not lie that it is sung,
false if it is for show.
To say "I love you" - is to see God,
look in his eyes ... and look ... do not take
He looks, piercing and strictly ...
and you're like a beggar on the road
all lost one love in your bag ...
I love to anyone, but perhaps that's the point ...
now go as suicide bomber on a thin
and acute thread plowed chest.
But this will only be known to you,
that every step you go over the precipice ...
And if thou wilt a little honest ...
someday you will fall into it.
Everything else, "soup" or "chop",
Support a friend, wife and flowers ...
and that soul that tenderly warmed,
and this is quite enough.
Do I love the people? a trick question,
how to fall in love with bodies of seven billion ...
breathe love and drown breath ...
and I regret that he had not ...
dolyubil not, and therefore did not live ...
in the last hour of bitter simple idea
dolyubil not, and thus it was, lie
all that I sang narcissistic.
Love is simple, like soup or steak,
and it is not of the highest phrases ...
I will not lie that it is sung,
false if it is for show.
To say "I love you" - is to see God,
look in his eyes ... and look ... do not take
He looks, piercing and strictly ...
and you're like a beggar on the road
all lost one love in your bag ...
I love to anyone, but perhaps that's the point ...
now go as suicide bomber on a thin
and acute thread plowed chest.
But this will only be known to you,
that every step you go over the precipice ...
And if thou wilt a little honest ...
someday you will fall into it.
Everything else, "soup" or "chop",
Support a friend, wife and flowers ...
and that soul that tenderly warmed,
and this is quite enough.