მე ვთხოვე ჩემს სულს
მარმარილოს სვეტების
by მოჩუქურთმებული ხელმძღვანელები
Samstag, 26. Mai 2012
deep in my soul
Recently I was from a city
the high mountains and lakes
I am never tired nit even
Fluctuating they asked for a village festivals
Children laughing gleefully souls
I thought I was home
I've always been fascinated
broke the curtain
Then came the drama
that my soul like a child
touches so much evil and good
so close the game in its gestures
I went home was not drunk
But what about me makes my heart
so hard that I had a moment
a soul touches me hard
without words, without close and kiss without parting word
what is this I do not know so
I miss this girl how this deep in my soul
the high mountains and lakes
I am never tired nit even
Fluctuating they asked for a village festivals
Children laughing gleefully souls
I thought I was home
I've always been fascinated
broke the curtain
Then came the drama
that my soul like a child
touches so much evil and good
so close the game in its gestures
I went home was not drunk
But what about me makes my heart
so hard that I had a moment
a soul touches me hard
without words, without close and kiss without parting word
what is this I do not know so
I miss this girl how this deep in my soul
Freitag, 25. Mai 2012
L-am sunat pentru sufletul meu
Piloni de marmură,
de la capete sculptate
L-am sunat pentru sufletul meu
Donnerstag, 24. Mai 2012
rubrum cibum
Ego sum nocte fragmina vim
quam venit tua mitis risu ad me
mea plantarum in rubrum cibum pro caseum
red meat
I am the night Broken violence
how come your gentle smile to me
my plants in red meat instead of cheese
in in
Esse vestigia ego non
quaesierunt animam meam incipit
mea non electo, in magna via
scio non
quia nemo scit ubi ducit
mea spiritus est grave in iter
ubi usus nusquam in in
mea labia
Omnes nocte ignis in grave ferrum
totius mundi creatores esse
nos gaudent cum curia sumptibus
sed quaerere de vota clavum
in oblivione mea labia
in sine
Fructus maturescere me de manu mea
multa solum somnium in
quoque multum donum
in sine
etiam mane descenderit ad inferos
Montag, 21. Mai 2012
моя любовь
На ветру
дикие мечты в моей душе тает
утром на скамье подсудимых
в темно-русые волнистые волосы
моя любовь
на ветру
Samstag, 19. Mai 2012
Freitag, 18. Mai 2012
У ветру
дивље усуђује моја душа
јутра на оптуженичкој клупи
у свом тамном плавом таласастом косом
моја љубав
քամու մեջ
վայրի համարձակվում Հոգիս
առավոտյան ժամը նավահանգիստը
Ձեր մութ Շիկահեր գանգուր մազերով
իմ սեր
Dienstag, 15. Mai 2012
Я могу его клевету
Краеугольным камнем моей обнаженной брыжейки его
Я могу его клевету
его интерес к моей душе не может объяснить
Montag, 14. Mai 2012
подключите роз
С уставшим глазам
охраняли всю ночь
ваша страсть
смоченной детским
ничего не приносит плоды
бледное солнце днем
до люка
несуществующей туманных дней
подключите роз
только для тебя
на вашем подоконнике
stuck the roses
With your weary eyes
guarded overnight
your passion
dampened children's
nothing bears fruit
pale afternoon sun
prior to hatch
defunct foggy days
stuck the roses
for you alone
on your window sill
se io non voglio
Ha preso la mano finale
Si bagliore nella mia carne
mi hai colato una stella marina ragno
Fuoco negli artigli mal
Cioccolato al latte dal medico
ho aggiunto alla mia anima
dalle sue piccole creature fatte di polvere
fatto per saccheggiare il denaro
Festa della inibito
grande debito
Esuberanza al bordo
a me non si può pretendere
se io non voglio
All of my King
Prefer not to, and little
sometimes comes my no-good
All of my King
I all depends on what it is about my soul
Pain is the birth renewed mind
I prefer no more than
can keep my health I stole
Prefer not to, and little
I have to tell me more
it would be inappropriate to me obsessive delusion center
Genesis does not necessarily
my thoughts irrelevant
my thinking is not named in my neck
I am blessed by my pain
my space is in my blood
the money can nothing for
It is the only social community banner
das Geld kann nichts dafür
Lieber nichts und zu wenig
manchmal kommt mein Nichtsnutz
zum All meinem König
es kommt mir drauf an, um was es meiner Seele geht
Schmerzen sind die Geburtsstunde erneuertem Gemüt
mir lieber mehr als gar keine
meine Gesundheit kann mir gestohlen bleiben
Lieber nichts und zu wenig
mehr muss ich mir nicht sagen
es wäre mir unpassend besessener Mittelpunktswahn
nicht notwendiger Genese
mein Denken gegenstandslos
nicht benannt hängt mein Denken in meinem Genick
ich bin gesegnet von meinem Schmerzen
mein Freiraum ist mir im Blut
das Geld kann nichts dafür
es ist der Gemeinschaft soziales einziges Panier
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