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Do not try to look at the stream. This action is recommended

Only for those who strive to get into a whirl in a whirl in a whirl.

For others, the change in the established routine is not very acceptable, the benefit of both the axis of the earth and heavenly firmam

Therefore, say less here, understand that you need to love what you strive to have, but on the contrary it will not work, you will lose everything

will lose like a fetu and Ferty as an alphabet,

It all depends on your deeds- then the silence of the wasteland, the laughter of the shamanistic winds or in the Church, a fallen death.

I believed that the two parts then irrevocably closed Singular,

That everything became extremely clear, the campaign was not aware.

Anyone who teaches us life, empty as a violin case and in fact

But the truth with a small fish goes under the stones to the bottom

Braid three worlds from the rocky breed began,

Turning from small streams into an unit and birds.

Taking burning boats and rings of herbal wreaths in his body,

Millions of lights, leaving a red thread from the mountains.

I also visited there, and as hundreds of others, without a doubt, entered that water,

Closing her eyes each time, I see her ice drift again in her dreams,

This is very epic, believe me, as if Yenisei danced with the Irtysh

But no matter how time I have been here, I feel an unknown fear.

Do not look at the heaven- there is not a word of hint, let's just yourself,

Here no one will help either with a word or deed, here is the light and a running stream,

At this time, the rehantedbright and other medical staff

your wrists are smeared with a hydrogel, preparing to turn on the current,

Already the one, or rather, everything that was when you was, blindly pokes a whim of a whitish firmament, that formed the ceiling,

But here in the dances the decks are carelessly hanging out, and both the playing and all those called the blocks are very bad there, in which the devils screams, as if Fit banged scolot and hammers, a hammer, fragmentation, defragment of the world around, is muffled in the temples, fragmentation, fragmentation. Cauterizes how the fabric cuts cold, but a clean stream even in stone makes a move, and even more so in you, do not follow the boy in a white shirt walking behind the hill.

Braid three worlds from the rocky breed began,

Turning from small streams into an unit and birds.

Taking burning boats and rings of herbal wreaths in his body,

The river of your life takes down, looping on the way between the mountains.

Millions of lights, passing by a red thread along the dark taiga,

the condition is difficult to describe very much, but it looks like spicy and childhood delight,

Making your way through the time of baguettes, layouts of printed and intermarsian missiles,

In your veins, a many -sided cold dollar flows invisibly.