Hello, brother Galileo, here is your turn ...
In this part of the Universe, hellish bakes.
There is no fault, Galileo, but there is mulled wine.
Come on, let's pour it soon!
There, below, they also burn and put in granite.
And you are gone, but it still hurts ...
Which of us did not throw, did not give his own? ...
But do not cry, brother, the truth does not burn.
The earth rotates, everything returns,
Everyone is returning to a quiet river.
Naked, drunk - wash wounds, wash,
At his conscience on a leash.
He left the house 33 years ago,
He realized that life is a circle.
And to where one day he put his ass,
Today his legs will come ...
The earth rotates, everything returns,
Everyone is returning to a quiet river.
Naked, drunk - wounded wounds wash
At his conscience on a leash.
The flame gnawed sides, a hand blazed,
And he stared with a smile into the clouds.
A crowd rejoiced in front of him, behind the crowd
The river flowed silently.
And the gray -haired inquisitor, squinting at the pupiter,
Having scratching the groin
I yelled for the whole area, they say it is in elephants
and stamina tortoise ...
And she rotates ...
