Shamanaev Alexander - Prologue - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My black man:

(or what benefit can be from white fever)

Audio Book: My Black Man, Or What Use Delirium Tremens Can Be ...

"Black man leads a finger on the vile book

And, nascent over me, like over the deceased monk,

Reads me the life of some kind of cereal and zabuldygi,

Hinging a longing and fear on the soul "

Prologue...

And only at the end of the path will there be light. Well, not all the same darkness. I now listen more to inner sensations than I am watching the outside world. It has long been clear to me that everything external follows from the internal. The calculating materialists are different. They depend on external circumstances. Their life is shaky and vague. But everything is completely wrong with us - the integrity of romantics. If I tuned in for good luck, she will smile at me until I want another. Well, forward dear to me, an unknown reader, I will take you with such paths that you yourself would not go. And if he had gone, he would hardly have returned. And if he returned, then it would not have been. Amen.