Седьмая Раса - Тоска
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Leaves over the city do not circle
They are tightly pressed to the ground by rain
So we have to show off
Before death or before a long sleep
These colors are the last memory
And so we like it so much
Someone invented and gave people time
So that they know for sure that they are aging

I began to laugh to myself now
But this is a laughter of a completely different kind
No one will tell where he will lead
Your freedom as a result
How many depressions do you need to give
For each drop of knowledge gained
Nobody will forgive me here
Your purely personal experiences

The sun clogged somewhere in a corner
The sky is like muddy waters
Apparently scary to look at death
The fact that it warmed six months
Someone invented and gave people the longing of this movement
But did not say that this is a close death?
Or just calm?

Longing anguish longing older than all words ...
Yearning…