Sasha Chubaryan. Full root (№ 31681)

We're looking for questions we know the answers.
Intermission.
Three of inhaling smoke a cigarette.
The fire of hope, children's tales and faith.
Still burns the flame is already ringing nerves.
The day is lived, he died, its no more,
And the time we measure on cigarettes...
Reality - tequila with lemon and salt,
And we are the actors, what came out of role.
Breather hearing, laughing at the world
Dancing on the roof of a forgotten Thira.
The actors of freedom. Hostages of the wind.
We are looking for questions. We know the answers.
Intermission.
Three of inhaling smoke a cigarette.
Smile! We are here until dawn.
The guessing on a coffee. Hope for a miracle.
The palm in the blood. In a quiet whisper lips.
And the world into fragments... for the tale to someone...