Singer: Both Rivers. Page 3

And thoughts of death seem to me closer
But not when someone's death you see,
I want to cry, but was immediately shamed...
So it is necessary...

The whisper of the waves, the sandy shore in the pitch-black void.... all this is only in my dreams!

I don't know, this is absurd
That does not allow common sense to good health?
That does not allow the General belief to believe
And fire burns all doubts completely?

A person without any flaw
Did the work of the monkeys,
And hunting, not hunting
Go to work!

Inappropriate death sting, if is the living Word...

Sad to admit its defeat,
His head bowed over a dull fire,
Summer mock life movement
Swore, autumn rain...

No matter how begged - heart made,
No matter how you run away was caught again,
Only for exceptions try rules
Not alone believes in love...

And I see little hope
In the elusive ghostly summer
I in this city met
Looked into his eyes and was horrified...
They saw how muddy puddles
Jangling reflect the sky,
And passers-by who don't need
No piece of spiritual bread...

We all need a psychologist... and a psychologist need a psychologist.
Because love's forgotten how! Because praying can not!