Шо ми делаем - Winter is closing
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I myself did not believe that it would be possible to pull out such lines
We built-builded-built our ultimate necropolis in the end
In which all doubts, fears of phantom pains found their churchyard
The sparkling fountain of people who fell from longing and walls leaving the gap
But we will not leave you a gap in the end
On the worst of end it will be at least an apostrophe for an entire era
Not to the beautiful, like the past, but still content with the fact,
That you hated it, and you only sought to defend yourself from the truth
And the paths started us in social Pripyat
When an explosion is five kilotons in the equivalent of a TNT
This is at least
Mikrovslitz in my head
Whore melancholy spent strength
And there came out and the colors became brighter,
- [] I honestly did not believe, paranoil about falsehood
Now the banner would be further raised?
But it’s too boring, because you understand.

On the slopes again avalanches, routine, from the gray of days they draw paintings to us
But why is it different, the gods softened? I'm like a little boy
I ran through it with my eyes, not understanding where the entrance is and where is the exit
And he made mistakes plenty, but the dust is all, from now on, only a conscious choice

On pieces of wood, the last Mogikans of the last tribe, hidden lands were sent to the bottom, and the darkness covered their enormous perenei, the winds whipped mercilessly and lightning rushed into the crop
And the waves sought to break their pies on the shore,
But barely stepped on the firm and eyes over
Losses - there was not a drop of doubt that the victims were justified and the goal was proportionate
This is only a comparison in my head, and yes we were not there, but we all lived for a moment
With a quieter zeal, the cartographer drew out the sketches to the shallow, but passed and the ships sat down logically

I already bought nails to finish my raft, so sailed on it
The rigging is not in principle, but there is a flag, well, so full forward
I don't know and I can’t know that approximately even awaits us
A whirlpool or on boarding someone else's fleet, or maybe a lifelong swim in one port, the edge of the earth or the beginning of time

But is this the result is so important for us?
After all, we are much more attracted by the process
I know about winter everything you need to know about her
She is long and, she has an end

So there may be all these lines of life and other hints of fate
All this shit has errors, because everything is from one universal hole
Other worlds, other realities almost sway me
I wrote all this for one purpose, I wanted you to hear that

Fall into the abyss, eternal traffic jams in other people's heads,
but lighting burners somewhere in our homes
We hid the cold and kept in our hands
Secrets of time, even when something is wrong
I am ready to carry this cross
To the Calvary
And fuck that one day this plot rises into the water
And our screenwriter will go to Nirvana and not a way out, but he will find himself there,
You forget it - he is a missing one, not to mention the fact that he is a finished idiot
And it is bad with humor, but his power will not reach our flights, is it exactly all for a result? Only this one is important to me for two disappearance
And steps up or cliffs from the rocks, the main thing is that side is side by side
And as one day the sage said enthusiastically
The power is granted the power, but their life path consists of how to find out about it.
And I was saturated with these dogmas, there are other turns that they shine for us, so let's go along the rails
After all, time can fly, but not stand still.

What are we doing with lives
The moralists will ask us in the hearts
But as far as it is extremely, we do it sincerely
I'll finish the winter retroactively,
We go under the spring rain in the halted -covered Dali and the heat or slush I stay here and I will leave it to you, as if as if to memory