Strings of my sweet,
Fingers of iron.
Heat of God
In love dissimilar.
Ream Sky
Wind North.
Crumbles hand words
Second of his head.
Field of snow,
Light touring.
Firs sloppy,
Thoughts are wrong.
Like all bozhee,
So much The conventional,
Fingers, thumb
And died long ago.
Bone in the throat scream.
Stoop like an old man
Over the desk,
In the search for truth.
Only here - no truth,
Is the only snow and light,
Is the only winter, but the darkness.
Well, and more - scrip.
Saga is not new,
Rhyme oak,
Lines of state-owned -
All imported.
Nothing fresh.
Bard touring
Listen already could not stand,
Perhaps, pass the night.
As daylight - I'll go,
Wrinkling his nose on the go,
'll Swallow the mist,
'll Hand waving,
'll Be smoking in night,
'll Lose keys
Fluid taking different,
Sorokogradusnoy.
Tears from her cheeks - Down,
Burden of destiny - off!
Angel dives into the shadows,
My poor henchman.
Life is hard? Not at all!
Must be able to sleep,
And dawn, to go,
And do not whine on the move.
A on the road stuff.
Life is already half
Verv curled,
Help is not trained.
Life is like an owl hoots,
And never sleeps,
Uhaet, is ripped apart,
Is not obtained.
North buckles metal
But spare a glass
Otpreparirav arrogance
See - what you are.
Finger pressed to his temple,
Not applicable angst -
Thing useless
In our dumb fights.
How finished firing,
Get up, look back,
And as for the gate snow -
Where is my man!
Where's my buddy?
So go home,
True - all limit
Like whatever you wanted.
Everything ends
Reincarnated,
Were friends, so what,
Is now call ...
Name does not matter
Work on paper,
Lines, icons, the answer is.
Only, here is no truth.
Do not leave me,
I told you my own!
We, shoulder to shoulder
How many were - silent.
Life is hard, I'm proud,
I'm invisible, you're hard,
I'm leaving. You are.
Where we meet, God knows.
You're still alive, brother,
Is not the bell rang.
I'll be back to work -
As dawn, I will.
I remember I was living,
Remember, we went home?
I do not make it. Tired.
B sip frozen metal.
I leave the trash
Wind on the head,
Snow will come down to the spring
Dreams to tell a pine tree.
Sparse letter
Stand in front of creator
All bipeds,
Initially miserable.
Do not leave me,
You have patience for two days
Have patience, brother
's Creaking door.
That the time has come.
That's left of the word.
I am invisible. You are.
Where we meet again ... God only knows.