А Фо Мин - Песня про Дзен
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Accustomed to dying not old
Tie a knot for memory
Beloved, if we lived in Korea
The world would not be so cruel

The red sun will set his back
The heel forward is quickly
And you would give birth to my son
After all, we would not be afraid of children

But here are non -flow butterflies
Complete their life cycle
Everyone has their own sawmill
Your knife and your motorcycle

Yesterday I had a person
He does not like postmodernism
Red, black, left, right
Fascism, anarchism, communism

Zen will no longer be
Never

The last memory of delicate skin
And everything else does not count
And so we are going to Cambodia and I
We are gods, our father is Paul sweat

We will live in crystal palaces
Giving each other their blood
And cattle in rice areas
Our love will glorify

But what to do in a concrete city
Where even the station is deleted
Dream, dream, see dreams good
Until you open your eyes

And then in the hut filled with dust
The thread is not found in the needle
And I am smoking the last forces
To believe, dream and love

Zen will no longer be
Never

Slaves who deserve the will
Fatterns from stone cells
Open your eyes - we are in the walk -field
Evening, raspberry ringing

We learned how to ride
Fight and shoot
Let tomorrow bullet or bayonet-knife
It is not a sin to take a walk before death

But there are no white, no red, no black
Window in the lane, dull light
Around only well -fed muzzles
And you are not with me

Stupid sentries replace
Each other - frost and heat
And the whirlwind remains stupid hopes
That each of us will be happy

Zen will no longer be
Never

A lonely bird is silent in the cage
The tired convoy laughs
But you cannot disagree
That we had a good day off

Let it be in a drug dream
Let it be yesterday
Someday all this will be
It will be, we will go beyond the line

And Zen will no longer be
Never