Brother, have you seen hell in the empty dark worlds, Have you heard violins play slow sounds? Have you seen dancing wolves on the piles of white bones, Bitter smiles of men wearing shrouds? Have you ever bequeathed your dream to gray grass, Have you sung anthems, waiting for fight, Drying up in the rain… Have you asked the heat in the desert, In your prayer of fright? Have you covered the God from the sin to be done, Or been counting blossoming flowers; Never mind – in bad centuries that now are gone We will never again find each other. We will never know light of the parties of fun, Won’t be free to sit at one table… And to burn over goddamn bottle of wine – That's the end of all weak-people-fables. But to fly over grave of the vanity and Not to fall down – that is a question, That’s the great lot of those who are finally free, That is our eternal great passion.
28.05.09 21:17 оригинал Werwy: http://reflection.ucoz.com/publ/18-1-0-213
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