In those days are wonderful when the theologian
There was a youth and power of full-range,
One of the doctors - as seen throughout
High mind, in the hearts dissipating darkness,
Their abyss black wondering word burning,
To the heavenly truths arm on the circle,
Where he himself did not know any trail or roads,
Where only pure spirit would still go through
So wildly crushed in the Divorian Gordin,
As if fear of him was settled on top:
"Christ! Nutty! I walked you yourself!
Open me to people everything you are wrong, Christ,
Hysleya will be sprinkled on the shift,
You, like miscarriage, will forget the generation. "
Said and fell silent, and really came crazy
As if filled with this sun darkness.
Sugar chaos eclipsed. In the pride of the temple
The gloss of once rich gifts
Where the life of harmony was subordinate to
Everything swallowed the night, silence came,
As in the locked on the key, abandoned basement.
He did not distinguish, Lee summer, winters
On the ps of a stray similar, he digged him
Without seeing nothing, it is broken, exhausted,
Casting children, unnecessary and sinister,
Similar abandoned and served things.