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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...

Just make your best while living on the Earth!
You knew it would not be so simple.
That game of wonders, death and birth.
And all it's meaning, hidden inside deeply...

You better tell the truth all the time,
Or it will come back to you,
It's not about Bible crime -
It is a law: God gives you everything you are addicted to.

If you want to take may hand -
You may.
If you want to go to some Land
Again,
Just remind
That any Time,
In any state,
The One
That Is Called
The Love of Mine
Whatever it was - warm or cold,
Do whatever it wants
May...

We have a dream, you win tonight
Take a chance, take a chance, God is on you side
We pray for you, you like a hurricane
You can win, you can win, you can win the game
Try the impossible, we want a miracle
There's a million fans around
Our dreams free, we want the victory
The hero's back in town

Ohh come on We, we can win the race
Ohh he, fights us face to face
Ohh see, we will win the game
Again, again, and again
Ohh come on We, we can win the race
Ohh we, we will take the chance...

Two brains in my head, my mind is out of control
Looking for blood, looking for meat
I see your minced body under cover of the night
Pale, like the moon above
Trembling hands, sweat on my lips
Can't believe it, can't believe
I'm posessed, posessed
Pure water washes the death away
Cleans my conscience, my conscience
Dawn is coming smashes me to the ground
Brings me back, to reality, to reality
Demons are exhausted in the glaring light
Tiredness grabbs at me embraces me so...

С этими чувствами в вечность идя,
В твоих мечтах хочу видеть себя.
Лишь для тебя хочу мир изменить,
Всё невозможное в жизнь воплотить.

Я под дождём хочу тебя обнять,
Боль усмирить, улыбку целовать.
В твоих глазах найду я красоту;
В мире, где ты живешь, ложь ни к чему.

Ты знаешь,
Только прикоснешься – стану я смелее,
И, где б ты ни был, я храню тебя.
Отдам я всё что пожелаешь, - я судьбы сильнее.
Я в темноте горю светлей огня,
Когда мне любовь ты даришь.

Я покажу тебе в...

If there is something
You cannot accept,
Stiuation, Existence Part, Man,
Take yourself in a loan.
As here you had never stood.
No time - no space - no mood.
So nothing would have been left.
Objectivise it, feel the Power of Plan...
The Universe is a smiling eternal cleft
In God's Divinity's Holy's Infinite's boots.
And Go On... Go on... Go on... Searching Your Higher Self.

You will never know that
You were like a dream in my life.
You will never know that
I did not assume that I need you so much.
You will never know that
Every day I am writing to you.
You will never know that
It is not so easy to let you go.

All is Okay.
I will never cry.
I will smile
Looking in the sky.
We have a lot of time
To find our way.
Who knows
What awaits us in the future.
But I believe that
All these years
You felt my support.

I let you go,
I let you go forever...

Energy... the universal power,
making any thing and matter one.
It creates eternal tower
of everything that was and should be done.

Existence... the calibration source,
giving all its name and special task.
Where energy is a special force
that's up to place ideas on the desk.

Divinity... the existential ocean,
where every essence plays its role on stage.
Where energy is spinning in a motion...
and it is so at any time in any age.

Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.

Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.

О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.

Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.

Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.

Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.

Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...

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