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Herr Schatten
Гость


"Colours of fantasy"
The painting's drawn, it's now the End -
And theme becomes alive in my mind.
An ordinary world and time...but something happened...
I see that colours turned to black and white!
***
White death, black life...invisibly-gray people...
Repeating images of being after death...
I understood at last importance of that little,
A very little hope, which lies beneath...
The painting's drawn, it's now the End -
And theme becomes alive in my mind.
An ordinary world and time...but something happened...
I see that colours turned to black and white!
***
White death, black life...invisibly-gray people...
Repeating images of being after death...
I understood at last importance of that little,
A very little hope, which lies beneath...
Train slowly runs through misty valleys
The distance's seemed to me as long as journey to the stars...
And snow falls down like those "funny" nuclear missiles...
That were produced in the United States for us!
***
So do we need accelerate the time?
And why I must be sure that things would go as fine?
If all around goes faster than you can
Don't worry, guy! Take gun and make it end!
***
Sun breaking through the trees.
The beauty of the autumn will never be the same.
Accelerate the time to make a new decease,
To blur the world of beauty from which you came!
***
Some kind of poison flies over lands.
A land of snowy mountains and winds.
To ashes turned this Earth of cry and sorrow
And there's no source of life to bring the hope tomorrow....
The distance's seemed to me as long as journey to the stars...
And snow falls down like those "funny" nuclear missiles...
That were produced in the United States for us!
***
So do we need accelerate the time?
And why I must be sure that things would go as fine?
If all around goes faster than you can
Don't worry, guy! Take gun and make it end!
***
Sun breaking through the trees.
The beauty of the autumn will never be the same.
Accelerate the time to make a new decease,
To blur the world of beauty from which you came!
***
Some kind of poison flies over lands.
A land of snowy mountains and winds.
To ashes turned this Earth of cry and sorrow
And there's no source of life to bring the hope tomorrow....

Вот....такое у мя было настроение в поезде....