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He sang , and it flowed line
Sadly , like a black river .
Ringing , scattered mirror
On the face and glare.
And while shaking his head
Pensive flying owl
Over those who had some sort of a
Path to the wise book.
Fire burned his mouth ,
Guitars dry elm
Glowed , and the scent of fire
I heard the screams ...

And the night went smoothly in the steppe.
With her went his shadow
He let her go - then ,
What would not hand knitting
Tear amber necklaces
Sparkled in the light of a lantern ,
As if the dawn was rising to
Subdued room.

He sang like a falling tear ,
He sang like a step , and there is no trace
He sang that one and never
The river is not kept .

Victim of melting ice ...

Movement of brotherhood to kinship.
On the eve of the Nativity of Christ
Flowers and ruins celebrations
In the December frost .
And the notes come together in one pattern ,
And at midnight was the conductor,
And we all turned to him eyes
And became obedient

He sang - we prayed for him,
He sang - we spit on him,
He sang , and we did not know anyone
Who was it better.

Victim of melting ice ...

Take off your fingers with swan strings
All songs diverge in the morning ,
String flies in the wind
And fades in the dawn
Body braided in love,
Most precious varieties of wines
Baptized gray-eyed cherub
lash

Hey, you hold your New Year
Hours indicating reverse
He sang , jumped from the shore on the ice
And become invisible ...