IzhNews #0D 28 февраля 2003

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lyrics - the poem "The reality ..."

         Reality ...

(C) Race ^ Freedom


         All my life - like a squeezed lemon,

         I'm still standing at the crossroads of recklessness,

         Not feeling anything, just cry

         Yes, own, devoid of will, Kingston,

         Stunned by what he saw me paskudstva.

         And how dumb, unable to utter anything,

         Unable to do anything to change,

         I stand at the precipice, saying the last "farewell"

         And took a step forward, I'd been able to save himself,

         But do not have the courage to take this step to take.

         Awkward balance keeping, silent,

         Looking at this life sad eyes;

         This way of life more than anything I do not want

         "Why does she need me?" - I ask, but

         Do not hear me answer, because there is nobody about.

         No friends, no relatives - no one

         Everything in that moment I was left in darkness,

         Alone, all alone in the ominous silence

         Only he can decide his fate, but I

         So scary ... so lonely

         Stand and freeze in that emptiness.

         All crawling in their own dust,

         All by themselves, proudly rejecting the knowledge of

         That they themselves waiting somewhere ahead

         (And many are already close to the end of the road).

         The loneliness that at this hour with me

         And by giving the right to be alone with destiny

         The last time transfigured serpent

         Bared his mouth ...

         End of ...

         Though it all, will only gray nothingness

         The fog rolled gracefully.

         Then here is the fear-knit, friendly,

         But it's too late ... too late ...


         You this story? Enough, friend.

         Drop skeptic banality.

         This is how pretentious and masterly

         I see the bloody reality

         Here are just a pity for me not to ...