Why do you shower me
With handfuls of both kinds
So much pain to bear
Red birds sing
Prayers to your face
Their voices over the city
A thin string
Only the flock will survive
One will be ground
Into tender mince
By the wheels of fate
Tomorrow, maybe tonight,
I will die,
Or I will sing
Together with the sky
To your face.
перевод нейросети, иллюстрация нейросети 2023
To sing together with the sky
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