Age
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Стихи - Американская молитва перевод, отрывок
Ты знаешь, как под звездами
возбуждается серебром тепло?
Ты знаешь, что мы живем?
Ты не оставил ключи от Царства?
Ты являлся этому миру
и жив ли ты?
Давай возродим богов и старые
мифы,
Воскресим ритуалы пустынных древних лесных пространств,
(разве ты не забыл назиданья
старинной военной лиры?)
Мы нуждаемся в великих оргиях золотой века.
Наши отцы щебечут на куполах лесных изваяний.
Наша мать зарыта в морские побеги.
Ты знаешь, что железные адмиралы
ведут нас, как скот, на...
возбуждается серебром тепло?
Ты знаешь, что мы живем?
Ты не оставил ключи от Царства?
Ты являлся этому миру
и жив ли ты?
Давай возродим богов и старые
мифы,
Воскресим ритуалы пустынных древних лесных пространств,
(разве ты не забыл назиданья
старинной военной лиры?)
Мы нуждаемся в великих оргиях золотой века.
Наши отцы щебечут на куполах лесных изваяний.
Наша мать зарыта в морские побеги.
Ты знаешь, что железные адмиралы
ведут нас, как скот, на...
Автор: riffo
Стихи - Georgian Girl
I've met a girl, and she had come from Georgia.
It always shines with sparkle of her eyes:
The stars of black, and white dove as a surgeon.
That wasn't ever going sometimes to die...
Not die - just go. It wouldn't feel the changes:
Being the Angels, they would extend it's image.
The Georgian girls had lived on Earth for ages,
But when you catch them, you just stop eternal time.
The Georgian Girl is Image that's collected:
The beauties west and angel coat is riding on.
However...
It always shines with sparkle of her eyes:
The stars of black, and white dove as a surgeon.
That wasn't ever going sometimes to die...
Not die - just go. It wouldn't feel the changes:
Being the Angels, they would extend it's image.
The Georgian girls had lived on Earth for ages,
But when you catch them, you just stop eternal time.
The Georgian Girl is Image that's collected:
The beauties west and angel coat is riding on.
However...
Автор: listengort888
Стихи - 21th December the end of t world or reincarnation
People say that
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!
There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax
He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
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When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it
Nine nights
I was walking...
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!
There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax
He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
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When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it
Nine nights
I was walking...
Автор: GenaSwiss
Стихи - Insomnia or the Speculation of the Stars
O sleepless night! I am in love with you!
O youthful night, the belle of the ball!
Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets
And the meteors
Arrived on time.
How majestic they are, these celestial bodies!
How magnificent is their canticle in the night!
They are the witnesses of golden ages and falls
Of the ancient empires.
Bloody tyrants, impostors and prophets they know by sight.
Tell me, o Night, wherefore we live and die?
Or do we just lie down and leave time?
February...
O youthful night, the belle of the ball!
Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets
And the meteors
Arrived on time.
How majestic they are, these celestial bodies!
How magnificent is their canticle in the night!
They are the witnesses of golden ages and falls
Of the ancient empires.
Bloody tyrants, impostors and prophets they know by sight.
Tell me, o Night, wherefore we live and die?
Or do we just lie down and leave time?
February...
Автор: JoanBlack
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