Михаил Барков - Голос
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How to calm this inner voice?
He leads me away from people
From houses, paving strips
From budgets and business ideas
He calls in primitive Dali
To the top, then to the ravine
Makes the pedal
And carry a backpack
Makes the pedal
And carry a backpack
He increasingly spends along the edge
Forces to go to the ram!
Maybe it's better I cope with him?
Can I choose a soft sofa?
Everything will become predictable, just
The days will stretch serenely!
But in the snobs of material growth
They will fly very quickly!
But in the snobs of material growth
They will fly very quickly!

And gray -haired, on a shabby sofa
What will I remember then?
How wandered in a social lasso
But I could not, having dropped it, find out
How beautiful the autumn mountains are
And how serious the double -headed Kazbek is
Like an endless Elbrus spaces
And how small for the earth is a man
Like an endless Elbrus spaces
And how small for the earth is a man
How a little for happiness is needed
How to appreciate everything that is now
What is the herd
And what is hidden in each of us!
On the couch is comfortable, I know
But on it you can’t understand your essence
My voice, go on, I beg you!
I will not get you to complete!
My voice, go on, I beg you!
I will not get you to complete!
My voice, go on, I beg you!
I will not become you!