Author of quotes: Ilya Kormiltsev

Needless to argue with you all night
And not to sleep until the morning?
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe you're right.
What these disputes? The day will come -
You will be convinced itself
Do you have sky the bottom and why
Reaching for the sky grass.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe you're right.
But I saw with my own eyes,
Like reaching for the sky grass.

You say that the sky is a wall.
I say that the sky is the window.
You say that the sky is water.
You say I went and saw the bottom.
But! Maybe this is so.
Maybe you're right.
But I saw with my own eyes,
Like reaching for the sky grass.
Are you saying that there is no love,
There's only the carrot and the whip.
I say that the flowers are blooming,
Because I don't believe in death.
You say you don't want to be
No one ever a slave.
I said, "Oh, to be a slave
The one who will be with you."

as a result in the cleansing vortex
will be something to be proud of
and those that burn in the fire of passion
the song will pick up my

in flames will burn my lies
and in the fire I will go out in the rain
out of the water and may be
quieter and lighter than the knife
taken out of the sheath

every day brings me
in the life of a combat turn
my life the last shot
every breath metal SIP

I burn like gunpowder in the fire
but at this rate not for me
every hour go for a breakthrough
let my ideal is a blast

things needed only for those
who does not know how to lose

in this world nothing is random
it's a secret mission but
just what is its meaning?
today I forgot and once I knew
whether I read somewhere
if someone said

wife joy drink your time like water
sisters of sorrow like a sudden rain
wives joy is a burden to freedom road
sisters of sorrow are behind you until they die

I was ripe soul for light
bright and clear days
became my eyes white as monastic bed
I carry your flame openly without fear to burn
but listen to how terrible it sounds like a knocking at the window a Blizzard

and weak heart
a lot will be sorry
and everyone will hide
your own memory

but I believe we will die
to meet again
and walk down the street
and each other to learn

maybe we have descended from the heavens
or was born more than once
what a bitter memory - the memory of that
about what will happen then

I know this woman:
one her name is freedom
others she is just fate
and if the first - she was a slave
second, it is the Holy judge
first try to take her captive
and to force to wash them socks
but the second you know what ashes is ashes
and live without much longing