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surrounding things.

No, this is the voice of the Russian winter, - ordinary Grunewald thinks complacently, - of the Russian forest and steppes. The voice of an endless night, a short and dull day, like a flash of consciousness between two dreams. The voice of the endless land and wide, like the sea, rivers ...

Face prigozh, and speeches touched,
Only in the eyes is the cold grave.
He will give you fame, success, and prosperity,
Generously gives both rib and gold.
Only not for nothing that he is so kind to people,
The time will come - we will pay the bills.
Treasures will be shameful to you,
Forever in shackles he imprisoned you.

Feeling as if a huge hole is being drilled in the chest, vital organs are being cut out, leaving deep wounds, the edges of which then pulsate and bleed for a long time. Naturally, with a cold mind, I understood: everything was in order with my lungs, but I gasped for air, and my head was spinning, as if desperate attempts had led to nothing. My heart was probably also beating normally, but I could not feel the pulse, and my hands turned blue from the cold. Curled up in a ball, I clasped my knees with my hands, it seemed that I would not be torn apart by pain.

The harsh wind howls from boredom in the wasteland, the cold dulls the immoral human feelings... Darkness has fascinated your slave, it flowed into the vein faster than glass... --Let the pain take possession of the body... And those were your words..

Shut up and watch this sleeping city
How to sleep this voice, see me.
Shut up and watch is hiding a cold,
How cold is hiding from us.
Around the silence, in the soul of a hurricane
Everything else I can come up with.

To get lost here quite easily.
Our youth - ice citadel
Where the cold snow is.

Mouths greedy kiss is not eternal. No matter how long
Neither strong nor sweet - hope soul a fraud.
On a place of intense feelings always comes cold.
And those will not pass, who was love drunk.


Quote in English

As the violent wind of the ocean,
Like a block of ice from the mountains fled,
Like a volcanic eruption,
Like a quiet whisper, "I love...",
And as a uranium mine,
As the advancing glacier,
How gushing from the ground spring,
As the world embrace Nirvana
The pain you suffer,
Meeting the coldness of yours.

Cold steel, warm heart.

It's a beautiful day: cold morning, heat
Dazzling Shine herbal carpet.
Nightingale over raskryto rose in the morning, toiling.

Paralyzed, I stand in the cold waiting to die.

But magma heart beating in the depths,
And the blood of Seltzer hot
The cold of eternity does not destroy
Elbrus powerful shoulder.

In the mountains the sun went down - the summer is over.