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Paradise, paradise on the battlefield, a flock, a flock of black ravens above their heads, grief, grief, grief, sorrow can’t drink more blood, I conjure you, stop wars ... Paradise, Paradise, give me a fading on the battlefield, a flock of blacks The ravons over their heads, Guy, Guy, can not drink more blood, I conjure you ... to the ground with bloody spasms, like leaves, people fell, struck by toxic gases, laser rays, crankcase shells, in the dying gaze of their stars swimmed with diamonds. It is not subject to the mind to know the grief of the mother when the laughter of the traitors sipped in the eyes of the tearful, with an outstretched hand on the porch "give for food", the lips tremble dry, the curse, awareness flies after the ringing of the abandoned coin, under the silver crucifix is a portrait of the boy in blue Take it to pull with a black ribbon again pops up in his memory ... "Petya, Petya, where are you now? He served in the landing, was friends with the girl Katya from the neighboring courtyard, she was waiting for you, and I waited, I thought, there will be children-losers. How so? Fate brought down with death, bitch! Paradise, Paradise! .. "I wailed, recalling how in her arms a child rocked a child from happiness, Taya, as seventeen years later, at the service, she escorted at the station while standing, while smiling, fearing how she did not sleep at night at night Squella, sprinkling with ashes, tearing off cold rain, praying, grief, grief, mother, mother, mine, yours, ours, all of the earth ... Paradise, paradise, give a fallen on the field, a flock, a flock of black ravens over With his heads, Guy, Guy cannot drink more blood, enough, I conjure you ... I looked into the faces of stone idols and birds in the eyes intently, asked "Who is the executioner, who is the killer?" Every night she dreams of a body in a coffin torn by shots. "I can’t ... this is an obsession ... I know, he is alive ..." A handkerchief is a slant, under the eyes of the shadows. Rivers, stars, lashes in the brain, and summer rain gives rise to frustration on the face of gray hair. “People, ghosts, it’s all because of them, as it went, cheap, low ... Paradise, Paradise! ..” The night sounded a challenge, and hails were reflected from the clouds with shot cartridges. Falling asleep, Paradise prayed, breathing in cold air with a bloody flavor, and in the morning everything is visible, and in the morning everything is visible ...