сФера - Посланник
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The laxity of the puddles, the gloomy chintz of the rain
The grass is woven by damp earth
A stream of chariots made its way through the glare of the sky
Fallen leaves - the beginning of the beginning
They called upon the fire;who was responsible for what
Increasingly nodding to the entire pedigree of persons
And words, not thrown into the light in vain
The messenger of heaven will give the correct answer
Where does the thread of fate run?
That eternity hides the power
The crane messenger soars slowly
Throwing onto the ground from a secret bucket
Eggs of hope, on a greedy breast.
Dozens of hearts up the spokes of lightning
They fly up headlong to the heavenly borders
With a dream to mend the wounds of souls, at least a little
And words, not thrown into the light in vain
The messenger of heaven will give the correct answer
Where does the thread of fate run?
That eternity hides the power
And the raindrops, the ringing sound of glass
They will console sadness, diverting them from evil
Wake up a piece of the soul that was sleeping waiting
And you will never know if this is Grace
What the gift wants is a lesson to fall
Will fill the entire cup of questions from edge to edge
So ingots of rain drive thoughts away to sleep
Knocking a roll call of splashes from the window
And words, not thrown into the light in vain
The messenger of heaven will give the correct answer
Where does the thread of fate run?
That eternity hides the power