Author of quotes: Evgenii Vladimirovich Bachurin

Day to sunset leans,
Cannot sleep,
More expensive past
All the miles of peace.
Life is like a dream
The UPS and downs.

All about the love, just everything about her - not about us
Not about you, my angel, not me.

Tell me, tell me, my friend,
It really closed the circle
Where our fate as arena, unbearable?
And in an unequal battle
We leave you,
Like the gladiators of the decline of Rome.

Tell me, tell me, my light,
Blame the poet
For what conscience is tormented by hourly?
Not tame Sodom
Neither word nor pen,
Especially when it's beautiful.

The soul of that year,
Like the flute, sings,
And it seems that the holiday will be eternal.
That's just the singer
Happy faces
Can not see any way, even though God, he noted.

If the pen falls from the hands of the poet,
Leaving a farewell trail
So the song not sung in vain.

Not easy for someone who fancies himself an idol
To the power gets a little light.
It is better to be a random passenger,
And then, that I was deaf,
And then I went blind
Only drunk excessively rules the world.

But to accept this fate
What it all means.
Toil together one with another,
And in separation cry.

Tree you're my tree
You head to bend to grieve.
To trouble, for the time being
Noisy your tents,
Towers, towers, towers.
I would throw in your forest
To escape the fate of the wheel,
Where the inside of your crowns
All crimson ring,
Voices, voices, voices.

PPE, fly, little dove.
In the blue sky fly.
Oh, if wings, I also came to the God
I'd fly away for you.
What us the earth is green,
We loved embrace,
Here, finding freedom without the edges and bottom
We with clouds like brothers.