Representative birds that fly with me,
I seemed to come out of the colony, after the time,
I could take off and on me stigma,
On the hand four birds are naked with me.
span and street labor
It seems a spot on the map of settlements,
in us stones are met, hatred all give,
God, what happened to people - fools and fools.
From here you can see everything - the human nihilism is visible
In the loop on the tree, the girl came down here,
still a boy lies like a metal sheet,
Running, sterling from work sir in glasses.
Next, on the highway, the laid out corpse,
ambulance, parents, how fathry here,
fly further, cutting clouds
Wings, look for your enemy in us.
put on your flour / suffering silence,
And the stack is rather all emotions in the chain,
and how it would be trite and sadly sounded -
We do not need anyone, no one appreciates us.
there in the courtyard from the passion dries the boy
Even the death cries of it is heard,
His parents are the same common creatures,
Forgot about him, and he dies here.
He is the same as we - abandoned, lost,
We are flying to the blizzard, and he is in the yard,
dies, and he wanted to live like that, probably
But from death has nowhere to go now.
Meet, we are on the way, although who will meet us,
We are driven - we are free from everything
And light only absorb this wind,
Cold, riddled in winter.