Arafed woman in a skirt and crop top standing on a stone wall

Step by step, barefoot on the water,
Times, what were given to us,
Sun on holiday, salt in trouble Souls cut in half.
By mistake? Of course not!
Birds are awarded with hearts,
Those, who remembers the way up and strives to throw himself down.
We were guided by cloud guides,
Behind the step - step, like a bridge over an abyss,
Sometimes we were thrown to the bottom,
Sometimes it rose to the stars.
Red on black!
Step by step, the devil himself is not a brother,
Sun time, moon clock,
Like snowfall in the thaw,
We walked across the earth.
We were called the black plague,
They honored us with evil spirits,
When we walked, like on the front line,
Under the watchful eye.
be, What will happen! What was there!
Laughter and tears, what else to live for?
If the song is not destined to be sung,
So at least you have time to fold.
Red on black!
And the blood does not cake on the cross,
And the nails could not rust,
And like an epilogue - still the same love,
And as a prologue - still the same death.
May be, this is just my nonsense,
May be, life is not so good,
May be, I won't go out into the world,
But I was flying, when the soul sang.
And the fires laughed in my chest and carried me to the heavens along a rainbow of tears,
Like humility - the eyes of Zarathustra,
Like a slap in the face - Christ!
Red on black!

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Erdem Dashinimaev

Step by step , barefoot on the water , Times , what were given to us , Sun on holiday , salt in trouble Souls cut in half . By mistake ? Of course not ! Birds are awarded with hearts , Those , who remembers the way up and strives to throw himself down . We were guided by cloud guides , Behind the step - step , like a bridge over an abyss , Sometimes we were thrown to the bottom , Sometimes it rose to the stars . Red on black ! Step by step , the devil himself is not a brother , Sun time , moon clock , Like snowfall in the thaw , We walked across the earth . We were called the black plague , They honored us with evil spirits , When we walked , like on the front line , Under the watchful eye . be , What will happen ! What was there ! Laughter and tears , what else to live for ? If the song is not destined to be sung , So at least you have time to fold . Red on black ! And the blood does not cake on the cross , And the nails could not rust , And like an epilogue - still the same love , And as a prologue - still the same death . May be , this is just my nonsense , May be , life is not so good , May be , I won&#39 ; t go out into the world , But I was flying , when the soul sang . And the fires laughed in my chest and carried me to the heavens along a rainbow of tears , Like humility - the eyes of Zarathustra , Like a slap in the face - Christ ! Red on black !

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May 4, 2024

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