Tons of ice erase the memory of bird flocks,
The creaking of the concrete piles.
The evil of war? Burning gunpowder in the pockets
Fast train through the tunnel carries a dream,
He will forgive the bad weather,
Happiness does not avenge me!
Easier than the shoulders of a glacier to keep,
To the mountains to fight.
Don't look up, nerve's broken
Constellations'. The buds of the willows
Now we are the ice of the Earth!
He didn't dare take a deep breath.
And as the glare of the sun
The rain washed away the breath.
I'm flipping through diaries -
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