Clouds shine the moon to shine

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Clouds shine the moon to shine,
Her sharp disc, cutting the time,
Clumsily draws the border of the forest
On the ground, on the shade of tree trunks -
The bar of prohibition, the border of the world ...
What, everything is over for its breakage
Or still light bird wings
Grow up if you jump out of there?
There is no stone or index,
They say, go to the right - and put something together,
And left if - you save and
Get out of there no one can.
Do not tell the stones at the crossroads,
Only this path is under his feet.
So easily falls on the breath "forget them"
For one who avoids memory,
For one who does not remember evil and good,
Because it does not matter to him,
It's little things .. It's full to the brim
Alas, not everyone achieves,
The fact that only one is given,
Who is open and sees, gives and believes,
To those who can only darkness the sun,
This solar light in it to dispel.
He was always faithful, a bit strange
And a little more than others
He always wanted, receiving wounds
From others, which they simply cut off from their shoulders.
So to whom now are the heights afraid?
It's just that he stands on the edge of the cliff
And does not want to dance a clown by hand,
Behind him grow wings,
And he is not afraid of darkness and abyss
And he can move the boundaries of the world ...

... clouds, having cleared the moon to shine,
Over the disheveled forest sailed past ...

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Кипелов и СерьГа - Чужой



8 октября 2011 в 23:41


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