найтивыход - не держи это в себе
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Sailing by boat from Skellige
Under the high cold moon
I float into the distance, closing the gestalts
Like the author to the point of a cold hand
And maybe in my dreams
Only tranquilizers
I hold her tightly
Wandering along the canals, wandering around Bruges
In the fog from mirage to mirage
They will build us big chambers
And there will be cold walls in them
Like blood imprinted
We'll dry up in the walls of the glass
On the other side
Well, what if the paint peels off?
So soon it will be a disaster
And sparkling metal, lunar
You whisper to yourself: “don’t keep it to yourself”
Blood - don't keep it to yourself
Pain - don't keep it to yourself
Blood - don't keep it to yourself
Pain - don't keep it to yourself
And the sunset sky squinted
We were left alone in the establishment
I look into space, fascinated
Emptiness in my head
You say we won't see each other soon
You run away at the first dusk
I stay in the same position
Like a stone, frozen in figure
Again in silence
And there is not an ounce of calm in the sky
It's been raining for days
Even parks with alleys are walkable
Flooded with jets of fast water
And the whole world seems to be filling up
But those are the tears of sick oblivion
It's neither you nor me
But please don't keep it to yourself
Blood - don't keep it to yourself
Pain - don't keep it to yourself
Blood - don't keep it to yourself
Pain - don't keep it to yourself