Пост-Клуб - Дальний восток-1
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The Far East is like a butter pie
Fallen from a cart while moving
From a thousand eyes looking to the West
Most are occupied with the process of reproduction

Valleys are like children pressed by their sides
They will rush to us in Chadia Sikhote-Alin
Where is the last wind, a mute observer
Conducts correspondence with those rushing past

Taking a sip of bitter foam from the cup of peace
Cities look out onto the sea
By driving all the people into their concrete castles
The guts of ships confess storms

Here the smell of the outskirts lives in every stone
Dripping with tears of unrealistic desires
Soaring like an eagle and grinning like a tiger
The silent taiga protects its secrets


And I live in this reflection in the rocks
Or strange signs of prominences
My soul and brain are sharpened by distant countries
But the body is chained within the framework of space

Songs are brought on the wings of doubt
Tired herbs through third parties
And people are building barriers in some places
Not with a purpose, but simply out of boredom

But the main thing is in these wild spaces
Eyes of the atmosphere - filled with life
And the rain falls protecting the wings
Thrown into the center between the marriage and the heights

Who knows - he will forgive, but the dumb will not remember
Big name - happiness, parted in the dust
Like a sleeping child frozen in anticipation
Mysterious land in the East of Russia
Like a sleeping child frozen in anticipation
Mysterious land in the East of Russia