молодой и борзый
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1 января 2008, 15:59
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| Prooveli - Sharp transition or Dream The winter has come
Melancholy has brought.
White are covered,
My nostrils.
Not hunting is more than anything.
The death all is closer,
And to die not hunting.
The pain all is more,
And to cure it is impossible.
The Earth all is farther,
And light is already brighter.
As though I fly,
But wings are not present.
It I understand,
Also I fall on the ground.
In sweat cold I wake up,
On the sides I look back.
Also I fall asleep |