ксилема - Петля
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and ugly is aged aged
fragments all the bottom of my soul
Among the swamps and dead waters
Traces dryed out wounds
All those who were
Everyone has gone with horror

You let the ships into your sea
they are devoured there asleep
with disgust to himself Leviathana
They meet naked
ugly rocks

to nausea in a vanity fed up
and on passers -by tears ugly
inner world
without knowing the ford, I hardly fall into the water
I pushing the other sinking

not knowing Broda, I don't go into the water
Every day with a stone on the neck
I throw my attitude into the pool
I put a loop on someone else's neck

I put on a loop
On a strange neck