Southern cherub

Southern cherub
Only you know as it plays and it shines the oboe
                Southern cherub
When the gibbon overhangs from the branches
                The make-up is erased from face

But make-up to face not always to face
Not all plays the oboe
But make-up always to face to the corpse
Corpse is not himself itself

He can be all
                Which creates the oboe
More accurately it can not be
But you can be only
                By itself itself
Only by itself you can
                You to be

Help existence opening the door
                Or turning off
Cherub flies through the terrestrial sky
                Sky without noting

To angels there is no base in the sky
This Giuseppe Verdi noted
When
Through the stronghold of hell
Aida entered and left

On the elephants on the horses they enter into hell
Pharaohs and slave pharaoh's
But hell always recoils
Angels and fallen in love

In it there are no walls of ceiling and sex
In it there is no age and there is no sex
It is fine-pointed flame without the fire
Adas always without me
 


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