Пикник - Смутные дни
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What vague days
How the wind of anxieties breathes ...
And we dance alone
On a dusty ribbon are roads.

As if the oath is given -
Do not cherish anything
But only in these waves
Circle.

So boil in the blood,
Ginseng juice.
Loss, soul,
Run the earth from under the feet.

So fly, head,
Together with the leaves down.
Such vague days ...
Such vague days ...

And boils in the blood
Ginseng juice.
And someone's gaze
Aim directly at the temple.

So fly, head,
Together with the leaves down.
Such vague days ...
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