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Anshe



If you grashtitsa, it is time to you
I pack a bag and hike.
Wait for me somewhere near the thermal waters,
Or salt lakes and weary rivers.
Stretches century
Liebestest, tricky of freedom,
Pressure in the head ashy sky,
Boldly pushing on this crazy escape
In the happiness compartment.

Wait at the foot of the mountains sweetly asleep,
I whisper at the closed dreamer age:
“Hey Wake up, my people...”
It's time to experience salt lakes,
Blow on the fire,
Good views, brushwood listen to crackling
Remember the stars silent night,
To listen from the top of the bird chorus chords...
Time is our thief...

...Gravel phrase hurt a fly in the eye
The sun fades, the sea shaking the glass,
Paint dawn tremble in the window with fire...
I used to and hit the volley
But my backpack
Torn and empty, and turned upside down,
Was the ash that used to be called verse.
...I will not come, in the flames of my station.
Again the storm...