Сергей Берлов - Разговор с ангелом
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Time was torn apart by a bullet
And an angel held my hand on its wings
"Well," it said, "let's sit down at the table
I'll tell you many stories in my delirium"

My dear angel, what is this?
There is no truth, no sides, only a clear field
And the earth beneath my feet is full of evil
And the traces of funerals spread silently

You already understood everything you needed to
Everyone makes their own choice in life
Everything returns with the same arrow
And there is no more death in the open field

A worm gnaws at the soul in search of meaning
And the countdown has begun in dates and numbers
Like anesthesia flowing through the veins
It saved in the darkness, then buried

Why torment yourself so much, it's all empty
Choose your own happiness in abundance
And circles on the water where the path is marked
He who believes in the dawn will be eternal

Time was torn apart by a bullet
And an angel held my hand on its wings