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So be it, and so am I
A quarter of a century and a third of life have passed
And it’s like a snake on the beaten path
I'm floating in the snowdrifts along the road from my father's house
Snowflakes are flying like ashes, I'm frozen
Under an iron canopy, lying on the flooring
While I'm waiting for my train
The last one, speaking of birds
Hid from everyone in the dying womb
While my lungs are filled with bullet holes from the crown
They are covered, but the frost will not harden on them
I was looking for the same ones, but no
There are none there, there are none like them there
Icy fingers can't be seen by iPhone
And the face is disfigured
I take out the parabellum from my holster
And I aim at the top of the frosty sky
And here I only have two cartridges
Joints stiffened like broken knitting needles
I saved one for last for God
And somewhere inside there are lost birds
Floating, waiting to be shot
Under the sky of Austerlitz
They don't dream of anything except you and me.
Fingers tremble and squeeze prayer
I don’t even hear the roar of cars or highways
Walking along the road, wrapped in a scarf
As if to your guillotine
I can’t feel my legs, my knees are worn out
And tears from my eyes, as if I’m not welcome here
I cling to the past with a death grip
And it seems like there's no way
Lost in the snow like a fly
In your endless web
Taiga, let me go