Grani - Тоска
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I was dragged by longing
I did not give a descent
I beat about the cliff
Cherished in the gorges of narrow
She warmed at night, burning with cold
And somewhere near my city was, my city

The wind walks here, stones are pouring
And there children laugh, the ladies circle in pairs
Not long ago I was there
Inhaled smoke there, swallowed dust
He drank quenching thirst and ardor.
I was boiling, I drove, slept, ate, drank, drove,
muddled mud
biting females and was bitten by himself
Created, poisoned, built, argued about tastes
And once they were waiting for me
those who I needed
Picked at dinner
They treated when he was a cold.
And then no one awaits me
And there is no one to wait
run into a wolf flock
would remain cripples on the century,
Me and longing, my longing for dragging me
And did not give a descent.

Maybe behind the forests
behind the fields, behind the groves
Asks for help sinking
In the grass is not a bumpy horseman without a horse
It goes to the touch
Caring darkness with skinny hands
Will the kite fluden
Those that were abandoned here.
What else, gap in my memory, where to go?
Your Majesty Toska, you scare me
Leave me, hear me!?
Throw in the mouth of predators
local, malicious,
Guests do not come in the evenings in late,
And the cherries on the trees of clusters does not grow,
Let me be shod in shackles.
And I was looking for ways, I was looking for smoke
is not it? Somewhere in the distance ...

Circle of knights, chariots, cavalry
This is what insomnia did to me
clever, I would calm down
hide, return to the city to the streets
those who beat sparks
burning, squeezing, but sincerely
There was no pier, gaze gloom
There were no shots
You and I were only.
Sweeter is not clear to me
Why hide under masks, affectionate
The appearance is its valiant
That spring was even more unscrupulous
time wait, the earth tears cracks
face, wrinkles, women, men
where are you? Maybe this is a de jaju ...
Maybe I'm just sleeping ...
Became a wanderer, a prodigal traveler
pokes a melancholy with a finger that has become my companion
dissolved with a slutty gossip, a whip somewhere
his last captive
like a prisoner
There the river there is a hut in the distance
My god may I survive ...