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Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Remember, tears are breathing, the stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Heat:
How to start? So how is it.
sides sadness,
Here is a mother in the heart, because in it is my path,
Let it be in the ointment, that mixture
what's on sheets, from diaper to the cross,
As before the first post, imagine, I decided that my finger is in the texts,
Spending years in offices-my child fear,
And after I will become a monk
spirit with God,
In response, you burned your hand and word with a wave.
Thank you and this is your reaction,
And this is the blood to Chirkan
Hugging acacia, in Krace a finger purely sunk on the left,
And then you came in, then a trembling one sampled.

Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Psycho A.K.A Saik:
grate in the windows, prickly wire
cuts on the eyes of longing, angry,
Evening check - News are not dense
sad. yesterday - two, today - empty
I'm waiting for the answer, I still write, I remember, I believe
Nadezhda sows the light again with warm
One thing is left, maybe it is my native?
From her, from her mother, expensive
The nerves are ready to break like a string,
When, through the lines, mom, I see your eyes
Lord, I pray you, forgive you to death
give me strength to convey to the end, let go
I blame myself in almost every day
at the bottom, in the fire, and even on top
the desire to run, create, love, and then
time to collect stones that I threw before
Well, a lump in the throat, trembling on the skin,
I see maternal tears more expensive ...
Maternal tears are more expensive.

Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Take:
Maternal tears, like roses, are sharp,
strain my memory I am injecting
Forcing to realize a lot,
In the passed stages of life.
I remember how in childhood I mamalad with words,
Born love,
Over the years, her heart was increasingly pierced by pain,
Drinking blood, she sowed the light in my mind,
I always scattered the darkness with advice,
But the forbidden fruit teases, like the first abusive phrases said,
When I tasted it, I fell into the abyss,
time after time I violated the prohibitions,
Mom mourned all my troubles,
Now I am expressing poetry for purchases,
lacely folded by sincere lines,
each is saturated with her tears bitter,
I remember how for my salvation she begged forgiveness with tears.
It happened more than once when I offended the thresholds in large rooms.
I remember that this is why the bracelets were not clamped then.
I understood that I did not justify hope,
but I tried not to be known as an ignoramus when one of the friends
There were already prison clothes at the time.
High arches allow you to breathe free
I went in search of good from the underworld to find him in the wilds of evil,
In the concrete jungle, in which he grew up and born, the soul was pure.
In the summer, it boiled like on hot charcoal, it was not too late to change what happened.
It's time to wake up from a nightmare, maternal tears-named punishment.

Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."
Remember, blowing tears, stars are heard for the miles,
cuts sharply like roses,
And in the distance a close maternal voice: "Ah son, what are you."