And you try to tell me, looking up from the peaks.
Without hints and lies, lazy people and lousy.
Tell me to my face, tell me this is not a dream
Tell the time the sand and one hundred and forty on the opposite,
you rush wanting to forget quarrels with me.
listen, tell me I'm everyone, say it twice:
I understand it is important for me to be together, understand, because I am sick
tell me please, because infrequently
I thought about happiness, dreaming of being next to you.
say - I'm an asshole, say it - yes.
love is like war, it is a threat to power,
but know I will kill everyone who touches your wrist.
And you try to understand: tearing off the mask for a moment,
that we could immediately live without paints and in peace.
Understand: I am not an enemy, understand God did not lie to us,
understand: he is not our brother, understand it all this way,
if I was a fool, if we were both wrong.
With a trembling hand holding a stub,
with a charred shadow of consciousness
we believe - fate will provide a gift,
hoping that for nothing amid ignorance.
in these whirlwinds of bottomless dust, you and I have forgotten ourselves,
entangled were the chains holding the cornucopia
and if we do not become with you,
we will meet, I know, in one of the invisible buildings.
