(C) Lisica
The window of my mind
Zakonopacheno, plywood scored ...
Like a deserted, dirty troughs
Aimlessly crumple muddy creation.
When a former insane desire
Today, only the shadow of the window ...
I feel sorry for them,
But the war is over
Tortured mind with the dream ...
He was - as always a hero
It is - to die with me.
No! I'm still alive!
But me - gravestone
And cold burial
My ashes still smoldered,
But he faces corruption ...
No! I'm still alive!
Alive so
That does not scare passion.
I bathe in it as a tangle of snakes
And over the river insane and crazy passions
I gained incredible power ...
Conventionality?? What nonsense - do not care!
Madness off a string of me
Like mad and passionate chord.
... But only someone in the depths of
Irrevocably dead ...
[Rest In Peace]
