Панцер, Виталий Егоров - Ищи здесь... Это ветер
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In the deep underground
Autumn is approaching
Sharpen with grain
And raw mushrooms
Watch and silently
Tear with your lips
Old woman winter
Hides in the cracks

The new will forget everything
Until old age
We will fill the pot
With new nastiness
Fishbone
Across
And a haystack
Look here... It's the wind

Anxiety in the air
Boredom in lime
Tears forgive
In one place
Thicker than clouds
Flourier than porridge
Flashes pound
With small arms

The new will forget everything
Until old age
We will fill the pot
With new nastiness
Fishbone
Across
And a haystack
Look here... It's the wind

I draw intimately
I wanted a third
Trample and they trampled
And so there will be
Remains Close up
A pair of eyes
And the third
The third father remains

The new one will forget everything
Until old age
We'll fill the pot
With new nastiness
Fishbone
Across
And a haystack
Look here... It's the wind