С.Т.А.Я. feat. Дарья Душина - Локоны Изиды
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The sun rises again with light from behind the hills,
The Pacific Ocean falls with drops from my sneakers.
The world around, as if drawn, woven from fragments,
And on the crumpled sheet of paper - a new sketch!

Falcon in the sky clean above the field ... another throw,
The radiant ears in the wind are a keen eye!
The murmur of water under heaven is the heart of my piece ...
Homeland runs around the vein with birch juice!

Basks of familiar minus are creeping from the windows ...
How many roads have passed, so many vices in my soul.
Let the peace and body rest pure cotton,
Cotton of one palm, on the edge of the voice of the Prophet!

So much accumulated ... The cocoon becomes denser,
Thin spirals spin, the world granted to God,
It is not given to be the lender to be someone's streams -
Curls of Isis on the shoulders lie down the east ...

Let everything remain as it was always before us! Stop!
By breathing in the wind on my palms, with a cool down on the desert shores!
It will remain like this ... how the first love in the heart remained there,
With a feeling of incinerated, reflected in the blue sky! Before our eyes ...
With a belated blow of spring, foliage on silent maples!

Saving from the sky on the asphalt, the soul will jump into the cage with clicks,
It is squeezed by bone tissue at times how the vine isnding around
The trees with shaggy branches. The flashes of light pierce the bosom of the planet,
The breath of the wind informs the cries of living, chained, waiting for an answer ...

For what we live - forgotten, we are looking for other victories.
There are no prohibitions, because of this for thousands of centuries,
No, we are not children - parasites, notice. They sunk their life to hell and, henceforth,
We will suck maternal blood, and once we will all be responsible for it!

Between two different roads between the islands ...
The experience oozed through fingers for many centuries!
From heaven to earth and back - a path to heaven ...
Faces, fate, roads, cities and voices ...

From falling to rise, from post to drunken storm ...
Do you pray or do you smoke a cigarette in the entrance?!
The polar world - either there, or here you are drowning,
But the wolf that you feed yourself will win!

Let everything remain as it was always before us! Stop!
By breathing in the wind on my palms, with a cool down on the desert shores!
It will remain like this ... how the first love in the heart remained there,
With a feeling of incinerated, reflected in the blue sky! Before our eyes ...
With a belated blow of spring, foliage on silent maples!