understand it may seem bogus, very bogus: i am really not such total silly crank
i am chasing after fog, after fog--and there's nothing that i can do with myself
People chasing after work, people going for broke,
people run away from spleen and soul's scars--
but i'm going, i'm going for the fog, for the fog and for the fragrance of taiga
understand that it's so simple, very simple: for whoever left their home just for once
just imagine it's so keen, so very keen: rain and sun, songs, hills and misty mounts,
yes it's true my bags are clogged, grief and sadness fill my locker
those debts i haven't paid, which are a lot--
but i'm going, i'm going for the fog, for the fog and for the fragrance of taiga
Going for the fog
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2013
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