Провокация - Мы не вернёмся по весне
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East, on the sunrise,
At the beginning of the journey.
So much passed into the ford,
Enjoyed - not scrape.
But to tear the crust from the face
To blood, to the bone,
To fire, to the end,
Before the start of the journey.

And the "entry" empty years -
Mortal sin to be impudent.
We are the seventh water
On the bloody jelly.
So choose for "maybe",
Stumble in melt snow,
Just quit rummage ...
We will not return in the spring.

How many years have been lived
In the blood span with you
We, crawling into the light,
We find eternal peace
We find an eternal shelter
With the taste of frozen earth.
At the edge of the edge
Gallowed ...

And the "entry" empty years -
Mortal sin to be impudent.
We are the seventh water
On the bloody jelly.
So choose for "maybe",
Stumble in melt snow,
Just quit rummage ...
We will not return in the spring.

In the sky, crumble birds.
Memory is crumbling days,
A heap of muffled faces
Yes, the great ideas.
All out of a tight hut
For the last threshold.
From a tired fate
On the sunrise, east.

And the "entry" empty years -
Mortal sin to be impudent.
We are the seventh water
On the bloody jelly.
So choose for "maybe",
Stumble in melt snow,
Just quit rummage ...
We will not return in the spring.