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I used to be dead - we've always die -
How would guess so , not to himself - that in the back with a knife :
Killed spare , read the burial service and pet paradise -
I will not tell about the living and the dead , we are saving .

In the dirt hit his face , overwhelmed with prettier side,
And hit the shower on stolen nag at a gallop.
In the wondrous paradise gardens gathering a pale pink apples.
Sorry , gardens guard and shoot without a miss on the forehead.

Rode - I look - not a heavenly sight of something :
Nerodyaschy wasteland and sheer nothingness - chaos .
And nothing of rose alloy gates,
And a huge stage at the gate on the gate looked.

How rzhanet radical ! I am humbled him a kind word ,
Yes repi of urine barely ripped and braided mane .
The white-haired old man something long tinkered with the bolt -
And groaned and grumbled , and was not able to open - and left.

And a huge step not utter a groan ,
Only squatted suddenly nerveless tribes moved .
Here raspberries , brothers , - stunned raspberry ringing !
All returned to the circle, and the circle hung crucified .

And the apostle - old man - he shouted over custody commissioner -
He called somebody or other , and started to open the door again ...
Someone stick with the screw, pull their socks up , hit the rail on -
And how rushed everything rasprekrasno that grace !

I found an old man in tears on the cheeks of his flabby :
This Peter - old man - he was an apostle , and I mutt .
That booths gardens , in whom Prorva frozen apples ...
But the gardens guard and shoot without a miss on the forehead.

Bring us all good , and how much do I demanded goods ?!
Me - that had friends and wife - that fell on the coffin ,
Well, I do for them navoruyu bessemechnyh apples ...
Sorry , gardens guard and shoot without a miss on the forehead.

In numbed hands candles melted , as in the candelabra ,
In the meantime, I again raised the horses into a gallop .
I scored , I natryas these most bessemechnyh apples -
And for that, I was shot in the forehead without a miss .

And I drove the horses away from those godforsaken places and feel cold ,
Horses - head up , but I'm biting at the bit .
Along the cliff with the whip on the abyss sinus apples
I bring you - you and me from paradise waiting !
I bring you - you and me from paradise waiting !