Any prays now are useless
In this illusive distance
The horizon became cemetery…
Any fights now are aimless
And because of resistance
Any words sound too silently…
Now, now, now is too late
To stop somebody's cry
Now, now, now is too late
To start something to deny
When you have come to saint
Everyone became worse
When you have come to saint anybody does not remain the words…
Cause before you came saint
You have risen to sky
Cause before you came saint you have risen upstairs to the sky…
Now you would better to fly
Do not speak farewell,
Your conductor is waiting for you
Now you would better to fly
Maybe there is well
Maybe so is better for you…
Suicides
© Copyright: Денис Замалетдинов, 2006
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