Мельница - Дорога Сна
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There are still wines, my vendency brother,
Look, the full moon goes back ...
In the glass shoulder moisture moisture silver.
One sip, and we are time
Cut in the whirlwind on the way of sleep ...
On the way of sleep, the sort of horse!
Here the grass flashed steel
Blood scarlet color at the end of the blade ...
It is for you and for me - two blade for those that have become
Ghosts of wind for centuries ...

So let's drink yet. There is time until morning.
And ahead road is so long ...
You are my immortal brother, and I give you a sister!
And the wind is fresh and night dark,
And we selected the path - the road of sleep ...
On the way of sleep, a quiet belling of the horseshoes.
I lay down the fog on the shoulders,
Became the crown of frost on the brow.
Top rain, shadow of clouds -
We have become easier and
Than feather at falcon in the wing ...

So let's drink, my young king,
Fucked share we are allocated ...
Not happiness, not love. Not pity and not pain!
One moon, blizzard one,
And goes ahead of the sleep road ...
On the way of sleep, past the world of people!
That we are up to Adam and Eva,
What do we do before the earth live?
Just never, my brother-enclosure, you will not find yourself the queen,
And I will not find myself king ...

And to forget that my blood is colder than ice here,
I ask you, pour still wines.
Look, at the bottom flexs a farewell star ...
I will dry the glass to the bottom ...
And with a light heart on the way of sleep!
On the way of sleep ...
On the way of sleep ...