Стихи и рассказы в категории Knowledge. Читать онлайн

The lightness of your steps
Is unbearably strong and wild.
You keep running
Like a champion,

When the night swells
Like petals of flowers,
We walk together
In lethargic mood.

My four faces
Are the faces of life and death.
I have eight hands,
In which I hold

I keep staring at the wall
Which is covered by ancient symbols
And imagining you there
At the top of the mountain,

Reading the emotions in people's faces,
Reading books from dusk till dawn,
Reading poetry aloud,
Reading the kipu which you try to send me through the distance...

Присела луна на заборе,
А может присесть и на море.
Присесть так же может на крыше

Rogue
Eviction
Finesse
Intact

Небо живе за
Рогом окулярів, і
Лине в зорепад.

Don't tell me our friendship is over,
Don't tell me we'll end up in vain.
We were too emotional, sober,
Too happy to ever complain.