ОРГИЯ ПРАВЕДНИКОВ - Дорога
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I was born in the years of vague
DREAR years, slutty
Bustle of stuffy bruises
I wandered as if in a stupa darkness
On the swamp on the stinking
Get out of me a missing person
Tired and bored
Wandered and exhausted
And I didn't even believe
That this output is
Because from birth
He was in charge of sorrow and coercion
How awkward is impressed
Life has been wandered monotonous
All the swamp is full of grunt
Under the feet of mud squash

So I wandered a year after year
Everything with a swamp and swamp
The witched was exhausted
Back was moaned owl
Every vile ringing over his ear
I growled like a dog and brutally cheated
I became gloomy like evil carg
And looked only under his feet

Only once I raised my eyes
I looked aside and measured
And losing his mouth froze in dumbfound
Take a little from me
The road begins
In the middle of the bogs of the endless - directly obsession
And not yet believing himself finally
I looked carefully about the way
And then bent to the ground carefully
I began to steal ahead of the beast midnight

After all, the swamp is even brainless and cunning
The victims beckoning the malicious
As you go to where it grows where it grows.
You will not have time to shout even - immediately will suck
And I thought I was taught by bitter experience
That the road product is swamp
You will go boldly hands in the sides by a guy gogol
Here you will be swallowed by the stamp cold

But I was so bored with wandering
That I decided, anyway, where to disappear
He looked into the sky, said goodbye and sighed
Yes, on the middle of that road cigaret
From the U -turn struck on the land
Elized the field
Cuttled on karachi and jeopardized in every way
Only time passed
But the swamp did not swallow
I am alive alone in the midst of silence
Oh and it was difficult to get used to the idea
That no one wanted to swallow me
I waited to subside trembling in my legs
And tried to wander in the fear

But the damned swamp
The broke me out
I got a good job between the snags
And on a flat road
I played worse than a legless
All in circles and zigzags
For a long time, no-I studied
And went on the road to measure
Looking up at the sky clear
Yes, torturing the soul with an inevitable thought

And where are you, road, laid
And which people, dear, is located
Maybe in the air will pull with smoky bitterness
Robber bonfires light up in front
Or are you tormenting me in vain
You will get deaf and dense in the forests
And the widows of those animals are wild and vicious
They will cut off the meat from the bones hungry
Or I think with timidity
Become a bridge over the abyss
Maybe you’ll go to the mountains
Yes, you break off the abyss
Il in the meadow on the dew
You will rush in the field clean
Yes, poured with a golden ery
Will go straight to the temple of God

Or breaking hopes dear
Will be erected in the wound mummy
You will put it, but you will wash
Under the rotten water, you will get rid of

It was stuck in the sky to the glow sunset
Years mournful, and felts of fertile
Leaving behind a loosened mile away
I go to the bending sun