Release of Sounds Part III
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Brains are shrouded in invisible fog
They understand everything but do not shout: Help!
Gods scold themselves in vain
swearing in sins Having drunk potion they sleep in other worlds
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Airing thoughts and poisoning life
They rip off dirty greed
Turning the ropes of fate they do not hear a moan
What do they care about those who are lepers
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10 years later ...
-When at a meeting of her classmates
you meet her -What do you feel besides ...
-You hardly noticed her among others
-And suddenly I saw the one that you did not know.
-Her eyes are burning with that abyss of emptiness
-Which even you cannot ...
-She is already like a wary doe
-Tiger mating drew a pattern of deep wounds on it.
-Not set and the miracle of miracles did not come
true -The ranks of those unlucky were
replenished , -Ever drunk husband, with a divorce has sunk into oblivion
-And daughter in his arms, for joy and evil.
-Your power has a brush and paints
-That little, than you can rule the world,
-But is the painting worth that coloring
-And your strength, another Pamir.
-Hi, familiar to me non
- cushioning -And now that sparkle in my eyes,
-It flashed like an advance, or that courtesy for tea
-Flickering nothing and so on, just by chance? ...
-No, it's still an advance, but something else ... -
Scanning the financial balance, as usual, -
Alas, in their blood, but it's all old -
But it's just static usually.
-What's next if not a dead end, an evaluative romance?
-That fight who will hide whom,
-What again, the former healed will reveal
-Opening a cruel insight for us?
-What does it mean to re-know that girl again,
-When we ourselves want to - we can decide everything,
-When the daggers of pain are taken out of their scabbard
-And we can shred with them for an adult.
-What does it mean to open the door to the past world with your foot
-When are you already without the shackles and shackles of bigots?
-What does it mean to fuck your classmate
-Is it not too much, some kind of extreme will be new ...
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Tyi look at me,
follow me constantly.
You want me to beat defeated,
and you shoot mercilessly.
With every word, every gesture,
you hurt me,
the roses have thorns, and they hurt ...
And every day,
you want less and less,
time is with me.
And it hurts Pts,
but with every word, every gesture,
I hurt you,
roses have hisses, and
I defend myself with them ... I'm not afraid, from your arrow, love,
I have no sin - I'm not ready for another.
without happiness I can, without love - no.
It is not considered when we kill with love ...
I am embarrassed, but the translation is very ... clumsy, sorry ...
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Golden autumn
Crimson-yellow landscape outside the window-
An invisible artist suddenly walked with a brush,
Leaves dance their farewell jazz,
Everything is covered with gold around.
The farewell color will captivate us with its beauty,
Like a link in a path unknown to us,
Like an invisible thread into the unknown,
Into which one cannot look at all.
The sad color is the end of life, running
And gold falls, whirling,
What a pity that their short century,
Their dance is the first and last time.
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Sing to me again ...
quietly ..
the tape recorder is spinning in the opposite direction
in the house is dark.
rustles, squeaks
drive you crazy the
day is over, the
numbers do not matter, the
poppy scattered on the petals,
sing it
too early for me to
pull the cherished card out of my sleeve.
the kettle is boiling ... a
drop from the tap
slowly slowly slowly falls down ... the
voice trembles.
the door slammed - it's the wind.
holding on to the edges, narrowing their pupils to the size of the universe
at the turn of these gloomy millennia up
to their throats in the water on a drifting ice floe, fishermen are waiting,
so sing to me more -
what can I change, guided by my own shadow?
warned long ago that starting the countdown,
anyone who has a gun in the house is equal to Kurt Cobain,
anyone who can read between the lines is doomed to have a gun at home,
sing me again!
I just know that at the last moment,
when no one believes you, a
passer-by at the bus stop will take you and cover you with a raincoat, the
houses will tremble when the tram appears and when the doors open -
sing to me again ...
(copy-paste from Guest)
*** Re:
"Look at me, .."
"You want me to beat defeated, .."
Zeinab from the institute of welfare. girls, open your face, your incognito is failing)
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From Aibolit's notebook.
-If there is a brother in the wound - pus -
Apply "Levomekol", -
Loosely on the bandage - He will
heal like in a fairy tale.
-If
there is a crack in the corner of the mouth -That is, a
jam , -You smear it with a little
green -This will help a lot.
-Vitaminas of group "Bi"
-And sour meat, no, no!
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*** Re:
"Look at me, .."
"You want me to beat defeated, .."
Zeinab from the institute of welfare. girls, open your face, your incognito is failing)
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hmm, apparently you need to explain a lot ... there is a man singing, or do you think he needs to talk about himself in the railway station ??)
there is no fiasco, because I am not incognito )
that's it, translate it yourself better if you can
Re: (I will not delete this post yet, since the answer to it, located below, from 10/26/11 at 20:03, is directly related to it). By the way, quite a decent answer was given there, given that my jibes did not have a similar quality :)
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For any slogan Zeinab, judging by the text. The fact that there is a great and mighty ryusky force of Bulgarian cotton on YouTube does not change matters))) Comments on the vidos PPC for jellied meat, which are on a broken one ... Although that is not the point, because that) the association arose upon reading, which can be understood by hearing her speech from the series.
The fact that there is a great and mighty Ryusky on YouTube, the silhouette of the Bulgarian cotton is complete idiocy, this is a wonderful balada about love, and there is no “mighty Russian†there ...
pearls a la Zeynab - sorry, but I am Latin-Turkish serials like you I don't watch, I prefer Supernaturals.
and if you still don’t understand, I always write, as I want, you don’t point me out.
*** We
all run, we do not know all what we are looking for;
Stretch out for thousands - enough for the head.
Freedom is to become absolutely beggar
Without a devoted sharp finca behind the boot,
Two grams under the bottom,
Trump in the sleeve.
Everyone laughs, chewing a shark's tooth, a jackal's pupil.
Parents hinted who you are not.
Freedom is to fall out of the verticals,
Pontov and regalia, office looking glass,
So that the very asphalt is your pedestal.
We spit with Lugol, we are treated with alcohol,
Drugs with stakes, the life of bladder abuse.
Freedom is to become completely naked,
Like a golem,
Without lenses, rings, a turtleneck with a throat,
And your skin was like armor to you. (C)
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I was not right ...
-Do not leave, please, wait
-When YOUR voice was heard ...
-Wishing good luck
-And not giving back ...
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Ps in short, sh * t I froze there, too don't judge me (
I smoke a lot, but through the lilac smoke
I see the world as it is
Sometimes I see your face
How many roads lead from home to home
About this only God knows
How many stones lay around us
And here again the ring
And I would like to fly with you to the moon,
To never
to return to Earth, never to return
We were told that we are alone on this earth,
And we look to the heavens,
But the sky does not hear us , the sky does not hear us
And an airplane flies at high altitude
And sends us signs that rain will be soon
And on green grass, on green grass
Do not hide red poppies, do not hide rice grains
I smoke a lot, but through the lilac smoke
I see the world as it is
Sometimes I see your face
How many roads lead from home to home -
About this only God knows
How many stones lay around us
And here again the ring
I would like your body to sing more
And I will look for you everywhere until, to
death.
(Guest)
I smoke so much and through the smoke of cigarettes
I see all the gray light covered with smokes
In it I see a face and maybe yours
How many different roads will lead to the house again
One only knows God, finishing off a nap
How many stone slabs suddenly lay around us
I would rush even now with you to the moon
Breaking the ring of poison in which I drown
All attempts and fears leaving the planet
But the sky will not let us in, we are one in the world
High in the blue liner sparks with the sun
Clouds drive it, their appearance is
getting blacker The grass turns green but to the poppy ... rice ...
My smoky brain ... is hopelessly frozen ...
Snake
No matter how caress the snake,
The poison will not become honey,
Don't let
that chilling look into your soul .
Kohl meets on the path,
If you go around,
Viper will crawl
There, where you do not wait.
Do not stroke it, do not touch it,
Better go around, To
spare so that you do not have to,
Warmed up what's on your chest.
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MW3: a-la Hollywood via config.cfg - get on the steering wheel
-Tak castrate Slowmo
-Could only be a complete redneck!
-That's not a butthert for dreams
-Regisure suffered,
-In a fussy gamble
-NO RAISES tibe ...
-Grafen ... well, not that
ug -But deserves a stsuk,
-To rip off
-On a lamochka with lashes.
-Explosion of cars - like a splash ha! Mna -It's better
not to touch them, yes ....
-What's been
screwed up -Budget your really.
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PiS:
-But the roosters are
dancing -Gymnasssticheski, he-hee ... VIDEO
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Opera "Voshki"
Aria of a
clothes louse I am a clothes louse - I live in brocade and linen.
The art of weaving from birth pleasure to me
Fine lace amazing ligature
To you calling me a long time blind passion
, but do not save me stitching and braid
my house now - the terrible prison of
Rastan in the abyss of my last pitiful moan
Iron ruthless - plea can not hear it ...
Aria pubic louse
I am a pubic louse ringing muda is dear to me.
Only for the sake of music, I climb on people.
More precious than the sun - the ringing of the holy heavenly spheres
But I know for sure that Lucifer is not asleep!
O tempter, what should I do now
My beloved minstrel decided to wash.
We'll have to forget about music now.
Oh what should I do? They begin to wash the eggs ...
Aria of the head louse
I live on my head, I am called the "head"
And in wise thoughts I will not find peace
The whole storehouse of knowledge lies at my feet
In my chest the spirit of curiosity has not subsided
I can see a lot from my head
But the hour has come and life is over, alas.
The altar of science will swallow my soul
When the comb moderates its appetite
Aria of man
I am a man, I itch all over, I am rotten.
I haven't washed myself for a long time, I was transported in shit.
I exude a stench, I want to
wash in the bath as soon as possible, exterminate my animals
Oh, these small voracious lice
I hate them, bastards, with all my heart.
Hold on, you bastards, I won't give you my blood. I will
wash in the bath, I will become clean, like Adam.
Aria of the moralist.
You lived together, but there was a conflict.
You won't be full, even if you're famous.
The plowman will live without nightingale trills
And the singer will instantly let his belly down
And the fashion designer from the advertisement, and the gray-haired assistant professor
In the hands of the plowman you are only a tool
And if you cannot help him
He will easily drive you away from the feeder You
want to be like these lice.
Useful work has long been of no interest to you.
But just remember - lice have a short century,
Only a hard-working person will not disappear
If you suck labor blood
Have a conscience and do not offend again
The same ploughmen who
give you food, clothes and a cozy home with their own labor .
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"fickle nirvana" Vipassana
-In the window affected by the pattern
-I could see the kingdom of white dreams,
-The landscape of winter is still new -It is
unexpectedly sudden,
-I fully felt
-How the holiday of the sun was sweet to me
-Natures have no power at times
- Just thoughts about you,
-About that special smile
-Which you give me,
-And I smile, remembering suddenly
-The miniature of the fingers
(that femininity that I adore)
-There is no obstacle to the flight of thought
-I see your image everywhere
-And I remember the hair and the smell
-You are the only one,
-That's not cosmetics-creams
-You are fragrant yourself
-How much is this understandable ...
-How much is it repeatable
-These
moments every moment, -Their mechanism is incomprehensible
-For awareness is great,
-I love you sometimes hug
-And in that nirvana to stand ...
(Stay slightly
in Buddhist vipashyana)
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