North [Theme] Page 4

I understand that it's time to take a ticket home,
when again you start to dream about submarines.

My star sounds in the night,
Her fire is in me burning,
But its light doesn't illuminate,
Star's rays don't warm me,
She leads me to the far North.
And never say "Yes"
Don't hope for a miracle
Do not give drops of light,
No one will give heat
And I love her for it
And I love her for it
But my star is me unanswered...

Accurate prediction promises, it may be the sun, and even spring.
But the soul is somehow disturbing - maybe I'm just tired to believe.

I prefer to work hard, to suffer, fall and rise - here, than lead a dull prosperous life what are the aristocrats in the South, where the days flow slowly and carefree. You can get into honey so that then it will be impossible to climb and fly.

North crushes metal, but it spares glass.
Teaches the throat to say, "let".
The cold raised me and put the pen
in the fingers to keep them warm in the hand.
Freezing, I see the sea
the sun goes down and nobody else around.
Whether on the ice heel slides, or the earth itself
rounded under the heel.
And in my mouth where on laughter
or speech, or hot tea
all clearly heard the snow
and blackens your name, "goodbye."

Well, North is where the moss is.
- Nifiga, the North is where the cold.

With special fury and cruelty of the Northern wilderness breaks down the tenacity of man, because man is the most rebellious creature in the world, because people are always rebelling against her will, according to which all motion eventually has to stop.